The tent became a shroud. The shroud became a root bed. And the root bed became the foundation for a new generation of ferns. We spend so much time trying to conquer nature. We bring tents to shield us. We bring grogue to blur us. We bring coconuts to feed us.
There is a certain kind of silence found only at an . It’s not empty, though. It’s full. Full of the vision of the plants . The tent became a shroud
“Drink,” whispered a fern. “And you will understand.” The tent became a shroud