I can't stand the hostile and withdrawn impression that can sometimes latch onto my neighbourhood, it's like a measly attempt by the residents at creating some sort of divine utopia in otherwise tainted confines (it is important to note that by no means is this me throwing a hormonal, adolescent strop and my thirst for wanderlust can be severely justified). However I gritted my teeth and decided that the time came to disarm and surrender to these deceptive and roguish fields and prior to collapsing into nature's arms, my sister and I had brief cycling venture, that resulted in the bicycle letting out some sort of troubling blare as though the tyre was undergoing a slow death. Thankfully, we reached our destination in one piece, a derelict spot of green that was seasoned with hundreds of daisies, and spent the afternoon forming dainty chains, a luxury I could never master as a child.
I recalled Lars Von Trier's Antichrist and the moment He beckoned She to "lie down on the green":
She: You want me to lie down?
He: Lie down on the grass.
She: On top of all the plants?
He: Yes, lie down on the plants.
Are you lying down?
She: Yes.
He: Good.
What is everything like around you?
She: Green.
It's all very green.
He: Good.
Now will you do what I ask you?
She: Yes.
What do you want me to do?
He: I want you...
to melt into the green.
Don't fight it.
Just... turn... green.
(I saw five magpies today, though I can't say I've acquired any new silver. Then I saw two repeatedly, I'm a sucker for superstition.)
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