mysterons

Walking along a shortcut through the forest, yoga mat over my shoulder, singing softly to myself.  Listening to the leaves crackle underfoot, I looked left and — BAM.  Startled the shit out of me.  See, what’s really weird is that this is not the first thing to be nailed halfway up that tree.  It used to be a urinal.

“A man who is not afraid of the sea will soon be drownded, for he shall be going out on a day when he shouldn’t.  But we do be afraid of the sea, and we do only be drownded now and again.”

-John Millington Synge

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