“In this little patch of woods, the whirl of crickets blends into concert with the rippling of wind in the uppermost branches. The smell of fall decay envelopes me as I lay down and curl up among the grass and drying leaves. I can’t stop thinking about how nice it would be to dissolve into the earth, my particles absorbed and dispersed. How nice it would be to exist only as fungi and nutrients in the roots of trees. To give up this individual form with all the faults and responsibilities and become one with the world.” – J.H.