Let’s be Among Trees
I find myself alone.
I am the only person left in the treehouse right now.
I think it’s the first time this has happened.
There is no other member of staff between me and all of you.
The great filter is removed.
Any typos are on purpose.
I’m live and uncensored, baby.
I’m going to fire upAmong Trees.
Let’s go and be alone together.
It’s been a weird old year for me.
Sometimes it makes me sad, but equally as sometimes it makes me want to be even more alone.
I like being by myself.
There is no pressure to be anyone else when you’re by yourself, y’know what I mean?
Among Trees has been in early access for a bit now.
Unfortunately I fucking hate Byron.
Among Trees always makes me think more of the W.B.
Yeats poemThe Stolen Child.
The world’s more full of weeping than you could understand.
Having to hike around every day to find mushrooms to eat would not be ideal.
But I like doing it in Among Trees.
Turns out they have names!
I think there’s more mist in the air now.
I think there are more animals.
Maybe I did, and have forgotten because it’s been a while since I was here.
Things were said about the risks ofnotgoing for a walk with my parents.
The thing is, I do not like going for a walk with anyone.
They will insist on making conversation, when I would quite like to concentrate on not concentrating.
I don’t feel like I can breathe loudly when I am walking with a person.
I cannot tell if I’m going too fast or too slow.
I can’t stop and stare at things for a disconcerting amount of time.
I still do all these things now, obviously.
But only when I’m alone.
They communicate, sort of, and share nutrients.
I forgot there were hostile animals in Among Trees.
Exit, pursued by a bear.
