my first year of college i started a story i never finished (got a few of those) about a pair of friends in the process of losing their friendship to spirituality. she increasingly saw things in the spontaneity and variation of pencil sketching verdant landscapes and he was like winter branches on ultra bright paper in india ink. there was a lot of stuff in it about trees. i'm pretty sure it was called "winter trees." can you spot the pagan? trees are pretty much universally spiritual, but i always appreciated that the pagans didn't need to kill someone important on a tree in order for trees to be popular.

benefit collaborative zine: weird stories about trees.