Status Updates From War of the Foxes

landscape w several small fires 🤧ahh

"The hunter sinks his arrows into the trees and then paints the targets around them. The trees imagine they are deer. The deer imagine they are safe. The arrows: they have no imagination."

I cut my head off and threw it into the sky.

can we love nature for what it really is: predatory?

"What is a ghost? Something dead that seems to be alive. Something dead that doesn’t know it’s dead."

reread but i had to kick the year off w the goat