I go up the wooden stairs towards love without ownership. Of place. Of each other. Find love in Re-enchantment. Love through Re-enchantment. Voyage between inner space and landscape. Connections that cannot be bought or paid for, connections reciprocated. The grit beneath my fingernails is alive. Glimpses of understanding and hope in the insects wreathing the beech tree. Hope is not enough. The world is non-binary. Binary divides. Order is a temporary victory for Rationality. I put down roots and look for connection, not dominion. Connection to place. To each other. Roots into Mycelium. Life routes non-linear. Life is unclean and bursting with colour. I dream and bathe and see in darkness and light. I hope there, and it is not enough. Nothing without engagement, facing Other and accepting to learn.