043/365 10/03/2025

The jungle. From our wallpapered comfort in the halls of the Explorers’ Society, we could envision it sprawled across the continent, horizon to horizon. We talked of its lush green. The bright white birds  flying in small flocks across the verdant canopy. The cut of blue-green through the trees that would be the jungle’s meandering lifeblood river. Yes, in the high-backed leather chairs, our pipes and brandy snifters close at hand, the jungle was mysterious and beautiful. All lush promise and inviting possibility. 

When we finally made it to her cruel shores, however, our vision went from those imagined aerial views of paradise to the dark, tangled, grounded view full of noise and wet and darkness.