I went to the valley, uninvited

April 27th

I entered a way I never have. webs pressed against my face. I tried approaching the front door. Cutting voices, bamboo cracks across the road, I duck. The shoots are still purple, but up to my knees. They shred themselves, through the fence. Not contained like the pigs you grew up with. I enter your carving.

https://youtu.be/wuJ4FYsp-Ds?si=ID3HO2HUEwv3q3Qf

By April 27th, you had been buried for 4 days.