berry

hello there

something of a universal truth is that every generation (or more frequently than such) going through every level of school has that one kid. that kid. one who will do the peculiar, the odd, the strange; that one thing which resonates as a tale to be spoken of as legend. in earnest, it is so that one, look you see, can only hope that they do not become so, or witness their offspring become such. 

this thought came to mind (for where else would a thought reside) as i made one of several observations, perhaps tacitly (except for the part that i am now writing it), during my travels through this life. once more, then, at least, i have noted something seen and probably spent far too long considering it. 

yes. i was indeed in one of those desolate, discarded, decaying and long since abandoned industrial estates; the form of which the north east is profligate in (or with), and yet does not cease to construct more of them. full long it had been since this, like so many others, had seen the promise of prosperity give way to the treachery of time. 

what struck me of this one (somewhat) was that whole nature finds a way thing, the sense that life cannot ever truly be void, no matter how much we strive and seek to do so. here, as you can see in the greater glory of Commodore 64 mode above, and even clearer below i suppose, some forms of berries have grown within the weeds which seek to imprison the folly of these fabled factory lands. 

alas, i am no botanist or similar, so can tell you nothing further of these berries beyond they seemed to be of the red and of the black kind. further, also no, as i had no wish to experiment, i cannot advise whether these were of an edible cultivation or not. everything of circumstance and environment said probably not, but that primordial instinct each of us carries in a latent way did mean the question crossed my mind. 

every school generation, then, would have been blessed with (at least) that one kid whose curiosity would have won the day and, on seeing these, no doubt would have taken the direct approach to gaining an understanding of whether or not they were edible. legend has it that, once, Bez, on a school trip, saw some wild mushrooms and sought to see if they could be eaten safely. the rest of how that went is exceptionally well known. 

not a great deal here for me to add, really. just rather striking to see something insisting on growing despite the place being abandoned. nature, life, finds a way, there is always hope, etc. 

oh, for clarity, disclaimer, warning or what have you, if you find anything like the above, my advice is that you do not test them to see if they are edible. rather leave them for the birds, or other forms of wildlife, or for that kid. 

be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!