Bad MoonSamantha Walton Whats that sound? A bad moon rising, or a pink one on its way We were already late to the party, earthbound and dishing our wages to bad clouds whose storage leaked plastics and chemicals in the ocean around us, a sweep of white space, and above us the sun is strobing like a wound, the moon a red spot on a burnt out sky. This is the nightly drama of Samantha Waltons Anthropocene camp, which takes the old moon, that slyly universalising