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)

Da bayball, babeh. (c) Charlie Kelly.