As part of my research last year, I met an elderly beekeeper preparing for the final years of his life. I had the opportunity to spend some time with him and to listen to his stories. Many of his old hives passed to me – structures now empty – no longer livable, no longer sustainable, but still echoing with the life they contained. I deconstructed these hives and remade them – collaborating with the wood, the years of weather, the old beekeeper, and the bees themselves – adding my voice to theirs – sending notes out into the dark.