Sometimes the most horrible things that happen to us don’t show up in theatres or along the spines of novels. They have no title, and the blurb is too deep and felt too inarticulately to imagine. But horror can rescue us, too. We can’t describe the nameless thing that is trivialized by the mere attempt at narrative. But we can do battle with it. We can fly in the face of the amorphous dark. Horror can be the tale of that kind of love and friendship. We can acknowledge that the awful thing can’t be spoken, not really, but that “I am here with you and I will not leave”. And telling that, even if nothing else can be said, can be the means by which we reach across the night and race in the face of terror on behalf of those who matter to us. If you are interested in this, you are offered this tiny piece of multimedia fiction – a children’s tale if you wish (I don’t mind), because we are all children in the face of our monsters. It is crafted with care and laid gently, like a weaving of twigs, at the feet of suffering. Read the Sparrows’ Tale [Here].
This urban forest consists of a variety of trees, each bearing a different fruit.
- The Tree of Breaking is said to have hands and, if you sit under it's branches, you may feel it lightly touching you.
- The Tree of Solitude is rumoured to be hollow and is sometimes, therefore, called "The Tree of Secrets".
- The Tree of Neglect is sometimes perceived as having eyes, and is home to all sorts of abandoned things, caught in the branches.
- The Tree of Grief which has footholds like stair steps, and The Tree of Regret, which is supposed to to conceal a door, are The Twin Trees:.
- No one has ever slept under The Tree of Desolation without waking in screams.
- The Tree of Misfortune is difficult to find, though people look for it to make wishes. Sometimes they stand and just ask in the dark, without knowing where the question goes. If what one wants comes true at all, the price is always unintended results.