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I am trying to remember what happened

Leaflet and text, 2020

... The farther I walk in, the darker it gets, the more I remember. Mushrooms appear in different shapes and shades. They must know I'm coming. They're poking out their heads right before I see them, unfolding their caps to catch my glance. I pick one in passing from a trunk. It’s small and brown and smells like all mushrooms do: earthy and a little sweet and welcoming. I put it on my tongue to get a taste and without thinking, I gulp it down. I swallow it whole, without chewing so as not to destroy the little thing. Hours later I am still on the path. A dusky ambivalence has settled over me. The path starts melting into the shrub, into the trees and finally the beat of my foot on the path and the shrub around it and the trees on top of me start melting into my breathing. I am concentrating on the slow rhythms of the forest: ONE—the rustling of branches—TWO—a breaking twig—THREE—trunks gnarling in the wind—FOUR—a flap behind a bush—ONE—the rustling of branches—TWO—a breaking twig—THREE—trunks gnarling in the wind—FOUR—a flap behind a bush—ONE—the rustling of branches—TWO—a breaking twig—THREE—trunks gnarling in the wind—FOUR—a flap behind a bush—ONE—the rustling of branches—TWO—a breaking twig—THREE—trunks gnarling in the wind—FOUR—a flap behind a bush— ... I notice how my last thoughts gather into little drops of water on the inside of my head, hanging off of the linings of my brain for a while, softly rocking with my every step – and then finally evaporating into darkness. It is now pitch black ...