Have you ever been in an old growth forest? One on the side of a mountain, teeming with mosquitoes, with half-frozen-but-still-flowing-streams? Ok, now imagine you've found a tree, felled a century ago, cracked open by its new ecosystem. Now imagine you're sticking your nose in it, eyes closed. It smells like a potato, liquified. Like snot from a lover. Like piss from months ago. Resplendent. Dangerous. You decide to follow your gut