I stared at the trees around me and thought about how I have a subconscious aversion to the woods and the woods have done nothing to me. I thought about the times a tree was used as a weapon against my people without its consent (fungus) and I jumped off a park bench and climbed up to literally hug a branch about 10 feet up.

The bark bit into my skin while I was hangin there and a little piece shook free and flew away past my face. And I wondered how much more of it was really bugs pretending to be tree. And how much life essence of ours passes on when the trees feed on us. (fungus)