every_callused_moment raze they chopped down a tree that was doing just fine and dragged a six-foot long segment of its swollen trunk all the way across the park. then they abandoned it, with nothing but a few plastic pylons to keep it company. it's been there for weeks now. maybe it'll stay in that spot forever, asleep on its side without a thought left in its head. "look over there," she says. "it's quite the hole. rotted straight through." i've already seen it. cambium twisted and torn. sapwood turned to mulch. what interests me is on the other side of the stump, where the skin is still strong and smooth to the touch. dark spots in the heartwood form a face. he thinks it looks like a seal. she sees a cougar or a close cousin. some kind of jungle cat. i see a fallen god who longs to touch the tender spot of every callused moment with one unblinking eye. what do you see? 220901 what's it to you? who go blather from