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I can't move without a plant touching my skin. Everything I loved about this rainforest just this morning is elevating my heart rate and killing my logical thinking capacity. The sheer denseness of the foliage had made me feel cozied, like in all this space I could still be snug. The thousands of noises had crashed over me as refreshing as any waterfall, overriding my senses and setting my brain to the same chemical soup it was in when I fell in love with Sam. In that cocktail of endorphins I have wandered too far, now the closeness, the sameness, the noises are like robbers at the door, banging for entrance and the phone line is dead. My wide-open eyes move with pointless speed, I want to see blue sky and space all around - not these virescent arms that grope and lofty limbs that blot out even a patch of blue. The warm air, so reminiscent of saunas, has come to feel like soup in my chest. I would run but I don't know which direction to take...

By Angela Abraham (daisy), January 19, 2015.
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There's probably more life here per square metre than anywhere else on the planet and yet I'm totally alone. The noise is incredible, so may insects, birds and mammals. The rain falls in thickly in drops as large as a blueberries, there just isn't any clothing that could keep it out. Yet it's so warm the wet isn't as big of a problem as it is in a Mannitoba November. I'm so alert for the deadly bugs and snakes I can't relax at all.

By masuyo379, October 5, 2014.
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After so many years of anticipation I am simply disorientated in this rainforest. It is like being dropped far out into the ocean, only it is not blue I am submerged in but a million subtle greens. In the sickly sweet aroma and music of the resident animals, I am rendered unable to savour even a second. Each moment passes untreasured until I can get back to the four walls and steady supply of food that bored me only last week.

By Angela Abraham (daisy), January 31, 2015.
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In the sensory overload that is this rainforest my limbs tingle and my brain races in the most unhelpful way. After all the years of preparation the reality is still alien. Back home I know my town so well I don't ever have to think about my surroundings, I go from A to B on autopilot, able to focus on my "problem du jour." Here my mind keeps handing me factoids about the dangers I see, hear and anticipate. Not a thing is familiar. Each time I think about one of the potential plant toxins or poisonous animals it just pops back up to be analyzed of all over again. I've never been the anxious type, I'm usually more laid back than a docker on his day off, but this must be at least close to what it's like. In this discomfort I can feel my irritability increase and the logic of my actions decrease as if they're locked into some inverse relationship...

By Angela Abraham (daisy), January 31, 2015.
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Amelia's dreams took her back to the rainforest. In the soft light and humid air she would tune into the noises like they were an auditory jigsaw puzzle. On each conjuring of her sacred place she felt a frisson of joy, the same kind as she felt when her dog greeted her after a long day, only many times more intense. The leaves would feel wet and more tough than they appeared, the aroma went right to her brain, intoxicating, rich. Then with a steady gaze she'd pick one small place and stare until she had unmasked the camouflage of the creatures hidden in plain sight.

By Angela Abraham (daisy), January 31, 2015.
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In the city life dwells where it may. The trees are in pots and the humans in concrete dwellings. There are laws and rules, a community of just one species, a hive of sorts. They move, eat and sleep to the ticking clock. But here in the rainforest the days flow seamlessly into one another, life and death, light and dark, new and decay. The food web is a living breathing beast; all of these plants and animals are connected by its silky thread. The leaves here are so thick, fleshy and large. With no winter to limit them they can become quite monstrous compared to deciduous woodland...

By Angela Abraham (daisy), January 19, 2015.
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The trees coat the hill thicker than a winter blanket. In the never ending summer this rainforest has no season to stand still, to loose leaves and become dishevelled under the glower of the winter sun. Here every day is sultry, the air is laden with moisture. Every available niche is crammed with flora and fauna. In here are herbs and plants that can cure, also those that can kill with indecent efficiency. In this place you can forget the colour of the sky, once under the canopy there is only green. Sometimes back home in the Canadian forests I can stand still hand here only a small stream making its way down the mountain in a series of mini-waterfalls. Here noise comes from every direction; squeaks, clicks, rustling, bird song and mammalian calls. I feel saturated, like a cup of hot chocolate; my eyes, ears and skin are bathed in stimuli. I can even taste the perfume of blooms in the air, perhaps dissolved into the water droplets.

By Angela Abraham (daisy), January 19, 2015.
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The sweat on my skin sits there and runs down like condensation on a window pane. It's hot but it's humid. Everything is big, the leaves, the insects, the predators. There are no paths I can find and the light is failing. It's never quiet. The noises that were fascinating earlier in the day now feel threatening, it's almost twilight. The virescent colours are now hues of grey. The vines have taken on the appearance of snakes and every shadow is a crouching Jaguar. My mind races to attach a creature to each noise and always leaps to the most deadly thing it could be first.

By robertgreen, October 19, 2014.