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How does he come to be here, slouched carelessly in repose or else erect at attenion, this dandy in the woods? He is alone amongst the trees. Obscured by them. A solitary well-buffed young man. A forester. A Yalie. This is the stuff, he must think. Just me and these trees. Ok, take that picture.
Author: Aaron Reuben
Aaron Reuben is an editor-at-large and the former editor-in-chief of Sage Magazine. He holds a Masters of Environmental Management from the Yale School of Forestry & Environmental Studies, where he focused on governance of global marine resources. Aaron is a Get Out the Vote Director for Obama for America in western Pennsylvania. He is co-founder of the Brooklyn-based literary arts journal Armchair/Shotgun.
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I like to think of this post narrated by Werner Herzog.
Haha, good idea! How’s this:
How does he come to be here, this young man, alone amongst the trees? Alone in their cold uncaring chaos.
What does he see in their deep, solitary horror? Does he see his own doom?
In one frame he stands with an axe, as if to say, I am not afraid of this unknowable abyss of terror.
We are but interloping voyeurs in his destruction.