amok01

i went driving in the country today and felt that old strange urge when i looked out on the densely scattered trees in fields on the sides of the road, all in the grip of autumn death. i can't explain the feeling, really. i see an area that's vast and unpopulated except by trees that looks as if it has no real end, and i just want to park my car and walk into it, leaving everything behind. i never do because i'm afraid if i start to walk i won't stop. it's almost like a call to the familiar, something i remember from an ancient time. this strange phenomenon has occured for as long as i can remember.

i have this silly thought that i'd become something else if i were to stay out there long enough. like in the tempest when that guy suffers a sea change. i would suffer a tree change. into something rich and strange.

full fathom five.