XII. Forest.

“Our disease is the same one as the trees, unaware that they’ve been living in a forest”

You hum along to vampire weekend, feeling sufficiently eclectic and profound at 11 am.

“The trees aren't unaware that they’re in a forest“, huffs the little martian “ they’re pissed because they can’t move!”

You smile as the little martian stomps around the room.

“Are you sure you aren’t projecting how you feel on the trees?”

“ I most definitely am,” he says, his face a mask of mock seriousness.