Oct 30.

10/30/2025 9:23. Correspondence 72

Halloween eve, sitting here in the back catacombs of Russle House, I.E., the music library. I don't have too much to say today other than I saw a spoon stuck to a tree. It was odd and beautiful and surreal. It made me tear up a bit and has been on my mind all day. There was a great big knot on the lower mid-base of the tree. It was the size of about a softball. It was odd because the tree wasn't much wider than a softball, so the knot ended up taking up most of the space and even more attention. The knot took the form of a large hole, sunk deep. It had the essence of a leaf-footed cyclops, strung upside down. It was beautiful and it was odd. Odder still was the eyewear it sported. A single silver spoon balanced and clung to the large sunken eye. The convex mirror reflected the sky and clouds, serving as a monocle to the leaf-footed cyclops. It stared at the sky for a long time. It was odd and it was beautiful. I began to wonder what it wished for, what it dreamed up. I began to wonder if it wished to be freed from its inverted prison. I think it did. I think it longed to have its leafy feet feel the ground once again and roam wherever the mirror showed. They were beautiful, and they were odd. 

 The wind blew and knocked the silver spoon from its knot.   

I saw a spoon lying in front of a tree with a large knot near its base. 

It was still odd, and it was still beautiful.

Enjoy your night. 

Calvin Landreth 

Adindom- 12:41 am (later that night). 

I was walking back from my radio show when I stumbled upon my storied tree, the spoon fitting snugly back in its place. I took that moment to do what I should have done a long while ago, and I snapped a picture of the bemusing site, and I fully intended to share said photos here. Yet upon adding them and taking it in as a whole, I feel like it took away from the story and creative freedoms of the story itself. So instead, I will add some other unrelated photos of mine here to give your eyes something to wander about.