"are you sure we're on the trail?"
"of course. i've spent hours walking and drawing here!"
"then why are we bushwhacking?"
i have no real answer for k. maybe i bushwhacked these trails many years ago? i do have a tendency to go off trail. maybe i'm suffering middle age memory loss? or maybe with corona, the unused trails are overgrown with ferns and crossed with spider webs? with the trails drastically altered, and names of some mountains changed, sometimes i feel like i'm hiking like jason bourne, trying to overcome extreme memory loss as i attempt to figure out who i am. was i part of a clandestine conspiracy within the CIA? when i was in college, i did apply to jackson lab, a famous lab on the island known for their transgenic mice studies. I was rejected twice. now i notice there is another lab on the island. MDI laboratories. i wonder what kind of biological weapons programs are being resumed in retaliation to china's corona virus...
no. last time i was here, i was serious, subsisting on canned sardines, and drawing the birch trees as part of my portfolio to get into architecture school, now i'm equally industrious making music videos, drafting architectural details of linoleum flooring transitions remotely, and spending the balance of my time drawing comics of myself floating like kelp.
the great head trail is still great. sedimentary rock which has been violently upturned into vertical rocky cliffs makes for exhilarating hikes... or torturous trials of faith for those with a fear of heights like k. i could imagine her as an octopus on the bottom of the ancient Iapetus sea that the acadian rocks were once sitting at the bottom of. slowly spreading her tentacled arms from one rock to another. now the rocks are exposed above the oceans waves. as k slowly crawls and curses me out, the kids come to search through tidal pools, the artists come to enjoy this rocky landscape, set up their easels, and contemplate how to cross hatch volumes.
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What if i were kelp?           |
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