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I had been walking aimlessly

Now here I stood.
Amongst vaguely familiar ferns.
It was one of those strange situations where you don't know where you are...
And at the same time you know where you are.
Schrödinger's lost...

Yeah...
You have to walk in a very special manner to find yourself “lost” like that.

I admit now, I had been looking for oblivion.
To lose myself deep within the green foliage.
And never to find my way out from there....

I had been looking for Pan.

Maybe that is what you need to do...
To be lost and not lost at the same time....

Just walk out under the purpose of loosing your way...

Anyway, I had been walking like that for...
I was not sure how long...

When I met him.
The hooded crow, In his grey waistcoat.
Staring at me.

Holding in his beak...
Half a squirrel...
....

He was not in any way shy, or jumpy, or weary of my presence.
Why would he be anyway.
After all I was just a deranged person, deliberately trying to loose my way...

No.

He was proud.
He was proud to be a crow.
He was proud of his squirrel.
Most of all, it seemed, he was proud that I got to see him.

“You have neglected my kind for too long”, it was as if he said.
“You have drawn my brother the raven ad nauseam, and all the while not a single picture of me”
...
“I can eat squirrels too.”
“I am dark and morbid too”

I made my peace with him that day.
I apologized for forgetting about him.
I thanked him for showing me his squirrel.

And I promised him a drawing.

Description

I had been walking aimlessly

Now here I stood.
Amongst vaguely familiar ferns.
It was one of those strange situations where you don't know where you are...
And at the same time you know where you are.
Schrödinger's lost...

Yeah...
You have to walk in a very special manner to find yourself “lost” like that.

I admit now, I had been looking for oblivion.
To lose myself deep within the green foliage.
And never to find my way out from there....

I had been looking for Pan.

Maybe that is what you need to do...
To be lost and not lost at the same time....

Just walk out under the purpose of loosing your way...

Anyway, I had been walking like that for...
I was not sure how long...

When I met him.
The hooded crow, In his grey waistcoat.
Staring at me.

Holding in his beak...
Half a squirrel...
....

He was not in any way shy, or jumpy, or weary of my presence.
Why would he be anyway.
After all I was just a deranged person, deliberately trying to loose my way...

No.

He was proud.
He was proud to be a crow.
He was proud of his squirrel.
Most of all, it seemed, he was proud that I got to see him.

“You have neglected my kind for too long”, it was as if he said.
“You have drawn my brother the raven ad nauseam, and all the while not a single picture of me”
...
“I can eat squirrels too.”
“I am dark and morbid too”

I made my peace with him that day.
I apologized for forgetting about him.
I thanked him for showing me his squirrel.

And I promised him a drawing.