The sun was setting behind Jewett. I sat in the circular plot of grass in the Academic Quad, staring at a giant mushroom. Perplexed.

I attempted to form thoughts, but there always seemed to be something blocking…likely the notion of self…is it possible to let go of it?…how?

This mushroom…why? Questions that cannot be sufficiently answered. I sat, staring, brows knit, searching for peace in chaotic existence. Ceaseless questions. No rest…Unless…It’s all rest.

The mushroom.

Silent. Growing. Breathing.

Laughing?

Decaying.

… *some time later* …

There is a large mushroom growing at the base of hugging oaks…”Hen of the Wood”, it’s called. Apparently it’s edible.

It’s white and majestic. I want to know it.

Every time I see it, I want to hold it, understand it, become it.

But not really…then what do I want with it?

The curiosity…is it true? Is it sincere?

What is it doing there?

What am I doing here?