Nature is Hard to Love

What can I say, that’s simply not how I roll. Sure, flowers are nice, but flowers bring insects—including the stingy types—and sometimes the flowers are stingy themselves, and then there’s birds, which are so obnoxious at 5 in the morning when one is trying to go back to sleep….

So you might ask why the hell I would go and climb another mountain, seeing as how I am extremely lazy, fond of sleeping in, and in general displeased by the act of unnecessary movement…well, the truth is that there’s something about studying abroad that especially makes it desirable to basically go places I’ve never been before. With that as an end, even climbing a mountain seems like a good idea…and need I say that it justifies eating far more chocolate (or ice cream or delicious, delicious baked goods) than would normally be acceptable? The food is here is simply incredible. In fact, I even found the perfect close to today (after a house with an anti-aircraft gun outside, goat paths, drinking from an actual natural spring whose water was not sweet like I expected, the picnic that involved actual Greek circle dance, chocolate cake, wildfire-ravaged lands, free oregano, and cable cars): a fresh peach, the first I’ve had of the season.


As to the way I have this tendency to compress all events into a long run-on within parentheses: I don’t really see the point of describing all the minutiae of the day—it’s one thing to have this kind of summary on the Internet, open to anyone, and another thing to actually tell someone a story. Is it really possible to tell more than one person the same story? I don’t think so: even if you somehow establish the same setting for both cases and use the exact same words and gestures, each person will have a different experience of what is actually said simply because of their experiences—the way the neurons connect in their head, the way the information is related to their brain: there’s a wide gulf between sensation and perception.

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