"panic does not suit you." Says the crow, high in the Fir tree. "ya know how you walked up here, slow and with the help of a staff." Ya that's how I always walk up this old logging road. "well, that's what i'm saying, you didn't run" No. "give me those nuts you have in your pocket, and i'll tell how to survive all this" Nuts placed on old stump. "fly in flocks, make a lot of noise, don't back down, remember everything"
About Corlin
Who This ?
Adult, Male, Human. Lives and works close to the old trees in the Pacific Northwest. Trained as a Physicist. He has done stints as a Scientist, Buddhist Monk, Single Parent, Revolutionary, Homeless Drunk and Heroin Addict. He now divides his attention between a blinking cursor, and nurturing his inner beatnik.
