the wind outside is cold and when it picks up speed, howling through the trees and blowing the leaves and the dirt from the unpaved road around, branches on the oaks and the maples and spruces native to the area wagging up and down, side to side gently, violently, moods and attitudes and opinions of the earth changing and shifting around constantly, it's easy to imagine that nothing exists outside of where i am, right now, at this moment.
i consider what it would be like to be the last surviving human in an entire planet covered in a forest inhabited by animals who can't talk back to me, argue with me, insult me, judge me, hire me, fire me. write me letters of recommendation. deny my loan request. an entire world of creatures who either fear me or don't fear me, want to eat me or don't want to eat me and who definitely don't have some silly desire to be my friend.
the sun has been setting now for what could be an eternity but is probably only a moment or two. glowing lines of sharp light cutting through the empty spaces where branches and trees don't overlap each other, letting in some view of the skyline, a reminder that there is life outside of where i am and watching the sun set i'm glad for the impending darkness attempting to smother me with some sense of calm.
podia, i say out loud into the air blowing in my face, drying out my eyes, looking up towards the trees rumbling where they stand, trying to uproot themselves and then, ser melhor. podia ser mais mau the trees cackle back, laughing, holding their fat bellies and pitying me for reasons i think i'll never understand. i climb into my car and fire up the ignition. continue traveling on down the road.
i consider what it would be like to be the last surviving human in an entire planet covered in a forest inhabited by animals who can't talk back to me, argue with me, insult me, judge me, hire me, fire me. write me letters of recommendation. deny my loan request. an entire world of creatures who either fear me or don't fear me, want to eat me or don't want to eat me and who definitely don't have some silly desire to be my friend.
the sun has been setting now for what could be an eternity but is probably only a moment or two. glowing lines of sharp light cutting through the empty spaces where branches and trees don't overlap each other, letting in some view of the skyline, a reminder that there is life outside of where i am and watching the sun set i'm glad for the impending darkness attempting to smother me with some sense of calm.
podia, i say out loud into the air blowing in my face, drying out my eyes, looking up towards the trees rumbling where they stand, trying to uproot themselves and then, ser melhor. podia ser mais mau the trees cackle back, laughing, holding their fat bellies and pitying me for reasons i think i'll never understand. i climb into my car and fire up the ignition. continue traveling on down the road.
