If you loved The Only Good Indians for its guilt-ridden landscape, or Mexican Gothic for its hostile house, read this. Just don’t blame me when you start sleeping with the curtains drawn closed and the lights burning bright.
"No," he gasped, pulling back. "I didn't let you in. I kept the door shut!" Don-t Let the Forest In
Because the forest doesn’t need your permission. It only needs your neglect. One night you’ll wake to find birch roots cradling your bedframe. By morning, ferns will unfurl from the keyboard of your computer. The mirror will be veiled in ivy. The silence you worked so hard to maintain will fill with the low, green hum of things growing whether you watch them or not. If you loved The Only Good Indians for
Urban planning & infrastructure:
Often, "the forest" represents repressed trauma or emotions. When we "let it in," we are forced to confront the things we’ve tried to prune away. "I didn't let you in