(no subject)

In the twenty years of your life you have created many a fascinating creature; and it is with good cheer that you have released them into the world of your mind, expecting who knows what result. But now it has come about that you cannot walk obscure in any forest without hearing rustlings, and sounds of flight from all around. Loud invader, causing the wildlife to flee! Find a good spot to wait, and there wait in privation and silence. Perhaps then one of the marvels of your past will emerge from the growth, an erratic bird perchance with bright or dark feathers, or maybe a quick rodent with more delight than fear. Observe it well. You might never see such a life again.