Didn't people die every day that you did whatever it was that you did before the day that you died? All while the uncomfortable truth emerged and whispered that you made no good goddamn difference, while the others stress to burnish into new time the lie that says that even that has got to stand good for something, even if, in truth, it was good for absolutely nothing.
Monday, August 30, 2021
The Raccoon in the Woods: Appalachian Impermanence
The remnants of local raccoon. The critters and the elements reduced it to this state in a matter of a few days. I actually saw a box turtle knawing on it in concert with a couple of big snails, along with the standard issue maggots and flies. It died a violent death. Dogs, I think.
This is the same animal, taken three days prior, before the heavy rains and the scavengers completed their important work.