The War On Trees: Epilogue

So now you know about Abused Woods Park. The information and images have been broadcast out into the world. To be seen. Dissembled. Consumed. Ignored. Nothing done.

Alas.

But there is more, was more. And I want to finish this report by showing more. A somewhat strange more. For within the crowded and captive trees--unhappy trees, hopeless trees--were little signboards. Signs with upbeat, pretend information upon them. Pretend pictures of things and events and creatures that, in reality, have nothing to do with Abused Woods Park.

What am I talking about? (Always a good question.)

This:






















That is what I'm talking (writing, really) about!


Yes, the need for the facade of normality, for false-purpose, be it education or art-appreciation or even economic necessity, The Apparatus (and Soybean Island itself) work hard to keep up appearances and supply that propagandic need which serves and exists wholly unto themselves.

Look:















Yes. Animals. Birds in particular. Yet, they are but photos of birds. Inside the "park", within the silently screaming woods, no such animals exist. (Except perhaps that last creature, which I believe to be a mosquito larvae.)

And of course, there must also be the possibility for disaster. The need for fear. The warning of flames:





The Apparatus must always keep you on your toes. The World is a dangerous place and one should not look too far beyond one's nose. Keep your mind on tacos and good drainage and the new flavor of hop-infused beer.

And rutabagas. Never forget the rutabagas.


And I have one final image (well, final is always a questionable term where I am concerned) to show you, Dear Mythic Reader.

Take a gander at this!:





My my. I could only see this from afar and used my special zoomiest lens to capture the image. An image that in normal days (nay, there are no normal days on Soybean Island) would be hidden by the cover of trees. Yes, trees. Trees enforced with forced labor to hide the nefarious works of the Tree Executioners who labor day and night to extinguish these noble plantish creatures.

Because the above, I believe and trust my own intuition, is a construct of the elaborate chutes and sawtooth blades used to dissemble the trees into "useful" parts. To make the death of trees into something that can be Monetized. Optimized. Compartmentalized.

Such is the World.


And that ends this long-form look at The War On Trees.


Goodbye from Soybean Island