Symbiosis. On the island where I study, cows roam freely. I spent a few days in the summer sitting with them, feeding them apples and watching the hundreds of flies resting and drinking the cows tears. This intimacy with the pests and the eyes staring out at me documenting the intrusion created a sense of despair. There was nothing I nor the cows could do about this other than perhaps just accept that this is how things would be. I am reminded of this on an almost daily basis.