Oh seasons, you are the fashion I follow! Oh forests, my time spent within you is one long city exhalation. Do you know what it is to live in a community bounded by absolute trust? America keeps her hearths tucked away. Where the best wisdom teaches to lock your doors, the truly wise have already departed.
Cities were once escapes from the wild (and uncertainty) of the forest. Increasingly, now, cities are just a worse wild. Better a bear than a deranged madman on your subway’s morning commute. Nature’s wild is true to itself while the cities have let themselves go - advertising our own collective weakness. Mere enclaves of order remain - protecting themselves from the chaotic fruits of their own governing ideologies.
We keep an incomplete ledger of what we call “progress.” We track its additions meticulously while haphazardly (and with pronounced understatement) noting its subtractions and setbacks. Oh America, you have birthed a world that conflates easier with better! Your idea of happiness is one of uninterrupted consumption! And then, when finding human nature inconsistent with your vision, you drug us into subdued compliance!
When all natural flows cease, the pharmaceutical industries whip up the waters again. Oh pace, the traffic in this city is more snarled and slower than the slowest country drawl. Howdy - let us find somewhere to feel at home again.
Oh slug on concrete, may you make it back to the dewy grass. Oh happy couple, catch a falling leaf before it hits the ground - there’s no better way to freeze time for a second! And then drop it in unison and be on your own leafy way.