As a foodie — it pains me the lack of pang, the indifference, for fungi foraged from a forest floor gills, spores, or teeth — mush all not a morel, not a morsel, nor saddle, I’m bareback all the way, I’d rather walk, than search for a jelly cup, hens of the woods, foul to…
Scale: The Theory of Everything
In perspective there is relativity — and in relativity, anything is possible. Time can stop and time can fly; space can explode into infinity and space can contract to nothingness. And in that perspective, there is scale, where giant canopies can grow from mushrooms and a forest can become a bed of ferns. All text…