maggots past a sweet, sickly smell rises from the writhing mass at the bottom of the green bin. this multiplicity of moist white tubes moving amongst each other as they begin the process of turning food waste into wings causes stomachs to lurch. these poor small insects, the hundreds of desperate larva reaching towards metamorphosis, know only the smell of rot and the taste of mould. the slick slime of their silent host's passage sends a chemical message: let me live so that i may fly. 220901 what's it to you? who go blather from