I'm not writing about trees at all.
I'm busy making up a story about a conceptual artist who spends his time indulging in the pleasures of the mind. A young man fascinated by the fluidity of thoughts, believes he can control them and spends hours inwardly focused, polishing arguments within himself, proving things to himself, and convincing himself he can explain the world. As a boy he could make up logical answers for everything. His candy was 'what if' scenarios plucked from infinite possibility space that he ate constantly; leisurely feasting on mind food. Thus began a positive feedback loop of Ego growth. That's right, in the new relationship I am exploring between image and text, the Ego will be playing the role of the words and the Id will illustrate.