i probably walked by this many times without noticing, and now i've gone back. such a strange intervention. someone attached fake leaves, flowers, wax and florist moss to this stump along with its own real fungus. the thing about it is it seems so inconsequential, and consequently it hooked me. i wonder what made somebody do it, i mean it must have been thought of first, it's not a spontaneous thing. what were the thoughts that it came out of? or was it simply a thing that popped into somebody's head, like ah, what the hell, i thought it, i got this junk here, why not attach it in a place it remotely recalls. maybe it's something about fake truth and fake nature. r. and i were standing on the fake hill by the ono death lotus sculpture looking at the erosion with the plastic mesh showing through like that mesh they put in my abdomen to buttress my hernia, sort of. and lamenting the new fake hills obomba's wizard landscape architects will construct, just like on the drawing board, but inserted into real life! the same wizard who made styrofoam hills for maggie daly's memorial. that's how they do it nowadays, doug, r. says. i don't think these guys are making post-mortem, post-modern commentary. they are sincere in the effort to realize a completely fabricated anthropocene park. whereas i think there may be something else going on with this stump intervention. it may be ironic, or something. i recall the plastic platform i saw on a wild tree on the lakefront that the tree incorporated and buttressed by growing around it. then i think of all this fucking plastic fencing round the island, which is sure as hell not christo-inspired and racks my poor brain with whys. and all the green ribbons choking the young trees, what the fuck is that. i tore one off and r. said leave it! it may be important, it may indicate trees to be saved, you should ask levy about it. and i say i'm not asking that asshole anything. well, he knows stuff. he knows nothing i want to know, he's the poisoner levy! i ain't asking him shit! well i'm not just going to reject somebody out of hand. he is out of hand alright i say, he's a poisoner and anti-dog! for fuck sake. 
so sorry i went on like that. i deserve to be lashed to a styrofoam hill with plastic fencing and random urban urchins traipsing over me.