Tale #149: The Woman Who Lived In The Woods

There was a woman who lived in the woods. She was the greatest witch who had ever lived, with powers and knowledge beyond the comprehension of all but herself. She had lived through the entire history of the universe from birth to death many times, and learned of it something more each time, for it was endlessly changing and vaster than infinity, and as her knowledge of the world increased so did her knowledge of herself.

She had lived recently not just in the woods but as the woods, her consciousness spread through every root and branch and leaf of it, from birth and growth and now its gradual death. To understand the causes of its decline she concentrated an aspect of her mind into the form of a single human, and lived as her and died many times, understanding slightly more of the ways of humans with each new life, and each new death.

Eventually the forest died, and her entire mind came to reside in the latest manifestation of her human form, and she stepped out from the shadow of the final tree and into the town and walked out among its people for the first time.

“Nice tits!” shouted the first of them, but she could not answer, for she did not understand fully the complexities of their language.

“I’ve seen nicer,” said the next one. “She’s not all that.”

“A tit’s a tit,” said a third. “And those are some tits.”

She shifted her consciousness across from her body to touch upon their minds, in the hope of learning from them their language and their ways, and alighted upon the mind of the first. At first she was struck by the vast emptiness of what she found there, an emptiness greater by far than even the final days of the universe, when entropy had fully wrought its way and all lay in silence and stasis and a single thought took longer to form than the lifespans of all that we know and have known and shall ever know. Then, as she tried to leap from the first mind to the second, she discovered that it was not a void but a hole, a great dense immensity of concentrated ignorance that compressed all intellectual thought into a single point and let nothing of worth escape.

All her knowledge and compassion and soul was lost to the universe forever. As her old body fell like a tree to the floor one of the men said, “Hey look she’s a fucking spazz an’ all,” as they filmed her last few autonomic twitches with their phones.

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Notes:

1. Written in the summer of 2014
2. And unused till now
3. In lieu of a howling rage of despair
4. That is too inarticulate to bear

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Patterns

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Notes:

1. The words were written and the pictures were taken in September 2020
2. But they weren’t pieced together until today
3. Which is October 12th, 2020
4. I should probably say
5. And also the last two pictures were taken in 2012 sometime
6. I’m afraid

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i’m sorry but i can’t keep quiet any more

i have never hated anything
as much as i hate printers
and using them
to print

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Notes:

1. Written on September 23rd, 2020
2. After a day of using printers
3. And weeping
4. At the futility of it all

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Thirty Famous Views Of Essex

1. An image of a man eating a raw egg, a sidelong glance and a half suppresed smile at the camera as raw albumen runs down his chin.

2. Bin bag sliced open like a belly, an intestinal trail of even more bin bags unwinding out from within.

3. Close up shot of an NHS rainbow aped to a window, all the colours running together after three solid months of rain.

4. Four women in a car with no wheels in the middle of a playing field, all drinking cider straight from the biggest bottle in the supermarket

5. A child wearing a Manchester United kit with the name of a player who left at least three years ago on the back.

6. Seventeen men bellowing into the night, each one convinced all the others are wrong.

7. Poignantly discarded face mask in oil streaked puddle.

8. Boarded up boarding school.

9. Fenced off boarded up boarding school.

10. Several closed roads.

11. High street horse trough filled with leaves, vomit, crisp packets, hint of piss.

12. Inexplicably angry letter in the local paper about a pothole and/or potholes.

13. Inexplicably angry letter in the local paper about the prospect of tax rises.

14. Inexplicably sanguine letter in the local paper about the unneccesary deaths of 60,000 people.

15. Someone on their phone moaning about how everyone else is on their phone.

16. Someone not on their phone wishing they had a phone so they could moan to someone somewhere about everyone else here being on their phones.

17. A row of park benches all too uncomfortable for anyone to sit on.

18. Inexplicably angry letter in the local paper about someone sitting on a park bench for too long or too loudly or with too many friends or maybe all three at once.

19. Town map affixed to high street wall, where every single advertised business has been closed for at least a year.

20. Pub with racist graffiti in the toilets.

21. Pub with racist joke on the chalk board out the front.

22. Pub that’s now being turned into flats.

23. Pub that’s burnt down.

24. Pub with faded plastic children’s slide that’s been blown over in the mud since at least April or maybe even March.

25. Miniature pub that used to be a hairdressers.

26. Florist of dead flowers.

27. Graveyard with new field opening soon.

28. River full of choking tears.

29. Lifetime of self-silenced screams.

30. END

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Notes:

1. Written on September 2nd, 2020
2. Title taken from One Hundred Famous Views Of Edo by Hiroshige

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