Everything is overly lush and green. You think it might be pleasant, but it is that overgrown green without end where everything is green and nothing is not green. It is the green of insatiable greed, too lush, too fertile, without sense or moderation, and it enters you and fills you with lust you cannot satiate or control. Unwanted vines and exotic plants kill off the more moderate indigenous species. It is an invasion, a takeover, a coup that drives you mad at the end of the day when the mosquitos and bats and spiders are most active and the water of lakes and rivers begin to spill over the banks. It is the deadly south of Faulkner and O'Connor if you dare.
And I am consumed with it.
Envy. Greed. Desire.
I've just written a narrative for tomorrow. We shall see how it goes. Too much to read for most people, I think. I'll probably lose even more readers, especially if they do not come here every day. But so what, right? I'm not in this for the money.
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