short fiction · 2026-10-23

Echoes Beneath the Roots

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

our [1915] own works, and scorn all others in respect of us; Inflati scientia, (saith Paul) our wisdom, [1917]our learning, all our geese are swans, and we as basely esteem and vilify other men's, as we do over-highly prize and value our own. We will not suffer them to be in secundis, no, not in tertiis; what, Mecum confertur Ulysses? they are Mures, Muscae, c

In the quiet of my study, I traced the neural pathways that mirror the hidden dialogues between soil microbes and plant roots. Each firing felt like a seed breaking through concrete, a reminder that growth often begins in the most concealed places.