ONE and TWO
It’s March 10, 2020. I’m 62 years old. I’m inoculating wood mulch with Pleurotus
spawn in the cool dampness of a cave, a welcome relief from the heat outside. It’s strangely calming to think like a mushroom spore, to let each microscopic bit fall where it has the best chance to awaken and grow.
This cave is a hundred years old. It was dug by hand to store wine casks, back when… Continue