"I look down at the broken reeds. They form mysterious patterns. Messages about something that once was and now wishes to tell us… something? But the wind chases away the thoughts. It is not for humans."
This moment is reminiscent of a Pynchon device where he describes natural curlicued shapes as glyphs from an ineffable language.
This reads like a dream. Of the many gorgeous phrases, this one stood out for me: “the taste of the berry that should be picked when alone with ones thoughts.” 💚
Spectacular writing and images Minna. Thank you for transporting us to another world.
Very nicely written. Such imaginative, capacious descriptions of nature!
"I look down at the broken reeds. They form mysterious patterns. Messages about something that once was and now wishes to tell us… something? But the wind chases away the thoughts. It is not for humans."
This moment is reminiscent of a Pynchon device where he describes natural curlicued shapes as glyphs from an ineffable language.
Well done, Minna! I felt like I was there.
This reads like a dream. Of the many gorgeous phrases, this one stood out for me: “the taste of the berry that should be picked when alone with ones thoughts.” 💚