It's the End of the World and I'm Forest Bathing

by Charles Mudede
I decide to enter the forest because I am tired of the world. It is under water, it is on fire, its president is getting crazier by the minute, it is detonating mountain-shaking bombs for no good reason.
There is a sign planted at the foot of a forest path. It depicts a human on legs and a human on a bike. The one on the bike is in a circle with a line across it. This urban forest invites only hikers.
The forest for bikers is across the street—Columbia Way—and alive