day 1

there is the farm in theory, and there is the farm in reality.

in theory, the farm is beautiful. green rolling hills with blonde wheat streaks aglow in the golden sun.

in theory, the cows are peaceful. lovely, slow, and dumb.

in reality, the cows move in jerky movements, whipping their necks at the flies constantly crowding on the bristly small of their backs and the dark wrinkles in the corner of their eyes.

in reality, i cannot stay long greeting the cows or admiring the wheat, for i too am being eaten alive.