The very small and bucolic village of Furthest Farthing seems unassuming & unimportant enough. A handful of scattered buildings between two hills, Furthest Farthing sits on the very edge of ancient & trackless wilds. Previously the town's most economically significant export was mutton. Of late, this has shifted to bleak, lyric poetry. Poems with imagery of drowning men, black wandering planets, & empty starless voids.