The children who live in the city seem to be frightened just from passing under the densely quiet trees, but for we who grew up in the countryside without any friends, we have nothing to fear. When we wake up in the morning we practice believing in impossible things. Upsy-daisy – a cow doing handstands; it was fun just being enticed by the flowers and the fruit. Our gardener doesn’t understand anything but much of everything still remains to be proven. In the same way that I make demands of food, I would like to file complaints against the things I see. To a swimming fish, I might say, “Too young, too lean.” “If I pour water on yer eyes an’ wash it, won’t it get better?” No, no, even if it’s fresh, eyes are best when they’re just a little bit too soft. That’s certainly not the fault of my teeth; I’m placing my wishes on my own eyeballs. And even if that’s good enough for ya, the swimming fish are going to get ridiculed for it.