Nature vs. Culture
“There is, I insisted, nothing beautiful in nature. Nature is primal power, coarse and turbulent. Beauty is our weapon against nature; by it we make objects, giving them limit, symmetry, proportion.”
When the leaves fall in autumn, they make such an untidy mess. Scattered all over the floor with no consideration of the paths we have laid, the beds we have cultivated. One Sunday morning I thought I would show the trees how to do it properly.
Ordered in a tidy, regular pattern, they looked so much better. If only the trees could follow this method, then the leaf fall would be much more aesthetically pleasing.
But it didn’t last. A few hours later, I saw the blackbirds pecking about carelessly, in total disregard for the thoughtfully placed leaves. They tossed them around, looking for worms beneath.
They had dismantled the organised structure and the leaves now make no sense at all.
For an illusionary moment I thought I had it under control.
