I feel creeping evil from all around the rose. I'd thought it long since dead, but, oh, it grows and grows. It was only dormant - just biding its time. Its suffocating burden weighs on all sound minds. Oh, when will it reach here? One can never know. It will sneak up on us on silent tippy-toes.
a shallow stream, texture everchanging, glazes the forest floor.
What book could you read over and over again?
The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. It’s short, but has a high wisdom to word count radio.
the forest stays low, creeping up the valley: like advancing forces, but that hill isn't taken -- season after season.
If you could be a character from a book or film, who would you be? Why?
Sun Wukong (i.e. the Monkey King.) How liberating it must be to give so few f**ks. Plus, flying for free would be a nice perk.
in rivalry for passers' attention: jackfruit & rice field
Tiger Riding for Beginners 