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I live where there used to be a forest

 

I live where there used to be a forest. An ecological super organism. Now, only gray streets and white houses exist. The only way we can survive is by isolating the ecosystem’s existing communities within. We display nature as an aesthetic through our Apple TV’s. 


At night, I am afraid to walk the streets. I face all kinds of threats: if it’s not an unknown insect sound or an animal-related scent, it’s probably just a familiar accelerating metal machine, piloted by an existentially-confused ape. 


I admire its remaining beauty. Deep greens in spring, cyclically replaced by shiny whites in winter. Birds singing more original tunes than those in my Spotify account. Trees taller than 6’. 


Oh, what a time to be alive. My mere existence is a contradiction to the values life needs to survive and diversify. I inhabit 90° angles made from the corpses of life forms that used to thrive. My immune system did not properly develop, so now I'll have allergies to the exterior for life. 


I live where there used to be a forest. Now Mc. Donald’s and depression reign. We as a species are not open to new information. Our statistically-proclaimed leaders do not want to change the game.


The birds still chirp, the grass is still green. Yet, we are not a part of it anymore. We give our time of life to those who choose what happens to our land. This pattern has always happened before our eyes. No one wants to wake up because it will blow our minds.


Call me a hippie and I'll beat your ass. We have made a social tag out of an ecological reality. We learned moral values shaped by our environment & culture and we allow them to be the filter with which we observe the universe and ourselves. 

Individualized social beings that have come to this point. Societies with very little social interests overall. Confirmation bias, creating imaginary barriers between us all. Paradoxically, our flaws are more naturally human than the “one economic system to rule them all”. 


I live where there used to be a forest. Tall trees remind me that I’m not a native here. Dear nature: I wish you can forgive me, but there is something I have to do before I leave. I intend to do my part, defying the values that have made my brain possible. Just keep in mind, I run only on chemicals. 


Forgive me, I love you. Dear Gaia, whatever you and I are: let us keep doing our thing until death sets us apart. For, as I have said before, I am you, only if you are me. Especially since you are me, and I am a very minuscule, great part of you.



[15 de mayo del 2021 - 2 de junio del 2021]

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