Visit №1 in the Space of the Final God

I’ve claimed a space today. I’ve named it “the Space of the Final God”, and I look forward to getting to know it more intimately.

Two trees are fallen close by. The root bases and associated earth are completely flipped. Vines have covered the bottom of the trees, or maybe they did before the trees fell, they look as if they’ve been stretched from the ground to reach the tops of the roots. I wonder why the trees fell in the first place—did they die or were they knocked down? Were they just too tired from standing up for so long?

On the other side of me a swamp spreads out in a lazy and mostly lackluster fashion—I’m not sure it’s even a year-round affair.

We’re still close enough to the road that most of the soundscape is populated by cars rushing past, quickly going from place to place (although I do hear a few birds chirping and warbling and squawking away). Not that I want to move any farther from the road—I’m a fan of civilization, it’s no secret. I need the distraction. Civilization and nature are perfectly fine on their own, but they tarnish each other magnificently when mixed—our perfect cityscape ideals don’t translate well to the forest, and vice versa.

I’m a fan of interest, and the vast, vast majority of nature is massively uninteresting, either too close to civilization to be truly enjoyed or surrounded by so much of the same as to seem like a massive bore.

These trees are mildly interesting, and the nature of the ground is beginning to take them back, covering them in moss that will slowly (with the help of the rain and the fungi and the bacteria) decompose its huge mass.

That’s all for visit №1 in the Space of the Final God, tune in next time for more!

Further reading:
Decomposition and Decay
Life Stages of a Tree
Cornell Lab of Orthinology