Lichen and moss are different things, apparently.
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As usual, I left my house as the sun began to set.
As soon as I left, I noticed that the sun was shining on the moss on the street trees. I went back to get my mirrorless SLR camera.
It has been several days since the rain. Even so, the petal-like growth is large and spread out, and shaded by the western sun.
I wonder if what I thought was moss is lichen.
Looking at the bark of a roadside tree, it seems like the surface of a distant planet.
I wanted to be a tiny spore lurking in its crevasse.
Without the troublesome thing called emotion, it grows with a little light and moisture, and passes the time to the next spore. Just as there is darkness because there is light, there is sadness because there is joy. If there is nothing from the beginning, then life and death seem to be the same.
I looked up at the sky, dreaming of spores in a crevasse on some distant planet.
Aeroplane clouds in the evening sky.
How long will the proof of my life, the wake, remain?
Not a shred will remain. The plane heading west, leaving behind the aeroplane clouds, is only a small dot, but it still shines dazzlingly. I am but a dim presence, listening to old songs and staring at moss.
I wondered if a fungus would decompose the bark it was attached to and use it as its own food. But neither moss nor lichen seems to do that.
I can't even dream of devouring something bigger than myself.
The music used for the slides was
Ilya Truhanov - Acoustic Guitar Music For Video
Russian Soap Opera - Music For Film - Free Download
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