This is another view of a tree that spent a night in flames two weeks ago.
[daily log: walking, 1km]
Day: September 13, 2019
Caveat: Poem #1139 “A speculative solipsism”
A speculative solipsism: I imagined being a bear. The world was an endless verb. All objects were nameless. Feelings thrummed through me. The seasons changed. The trees drooped. Leaves fell. Bare.
– a nonnet