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May. 27th, 2002
I sat down. Carefully, not to crush a small blackberry shrub, or some grass.
The thing that fascinated me is close. It’s two things actually. If I reach out, I can almost touch one of the two. The thing I saw first is farther away. More brute. It repulses me and makes me sad at the same time.
A chunk of earth, held together by what once must have been a magnificent tree. It is grey, dusted.
I stand up, look closer. The earth is dry, sandy. When I touch it, it crumbles and falls to the ground. Some grass still lives greenly amongst the roots that reach the wrong way now. In the wood I see the marks of a chainsaw; where it forced it’s way through the watery wood, and how it was pulled out.
Then, my gaze returns to the other. Moss covers the blackened wood. A rich culture of mushrooms spring here and there. A new branch grows. An ant silently pulls something across.
Life devastated and returning to the forest. In more ways.
~
Fern, fern everywhere! This is how I imagined the rainforest. Trees amidst a field of fern. An elm, some beech trees, but fern.
The field of fern, all of them lifting their top branches towards the sky. They form a second floor, yet floating above the first of dirt. Feathery.
~
Quite close to the castle. I fell like little Red Ridinghood, lured away from life. And then I found the castle again. Rich uncut grass before it. A pair of rows of trees. Red leaves. I bet the rabbits and deer play here in the morning.
The thing that fascinated me is close. It’s two things actually. If I reach out, I can almost touch one of the two. The thing I saw first is farther away. More brute. It repulses me and makes me sad at the same time.
A chunk of earth, held together by what once must have been a magnificent tree. It is grey, dusted.
I stand up, look closer. The earth is dry, sandy. When I touch it, it crumbles and falls to the ground. Some grass still lives greenly amongst the roots that reach the wrong way now. In the wood I see the marks of a chainsaw; where it forced it’s way through the watery wood, and how it was pulled out.
Then, my gaze returns to the other. Moss covers the blackened wood. A rich culture of mushrooms spring here and there. A new branch grows. An ant silently pulls something across.
Life devastated and returning to the forest. In more ways.
~
Fern, fern everywhere! This is how I imagined the rainforest. Trees amidst a field of fern. An elm, some beech trees, but fern.
The field of fern, all of them lifting their top branches towards the sky. They form a second floor, yet floating above the first of dirt. Feathery.
~
Quite close to the castle. I fell like little Red Ridinghood, lured away from life. And then I found the castle again. Rich uncut grass before it. A pair of rows of trees. Red leaves. I bet the rabbits and deer play here in the morning.