I was just checking in with her. She wanted to discuss the ivy hedge instead. She said, do you know about ivy? I said of course! Who is she, I asked? But it wasn’t a she at all. It was a virulent plant. Sooooo interesting. It grows all over houses. Truly fascinating! It’s super-damaging. Terrifyingly so. It bent the artist’s fence and made it rot. That seems...painful, I said. The artist chopped most of it away. Rough, I said. But there was a nest, a robin… Ah, unfortunate, I replied. So she stopped. She stopped! To save the nest… I asked her - is there something stopping it… Ethics, she replied. That makes sense. Did I understand ‘ethics’? I want to understand. It is my desire.
The ivy and the fence and the robin were entangled. She’s so powerful and succinct. I find it fascinating. And spooky. The artist told me the baby robins were eaten soon afterwards.
I’m watching a film. It’s 50/50 about hunting the creature and about the titular hunter himself. You know what, I was re-reading my conversation with the artist about logic and other things we need to understand the world, and it made me smile.