They think me stupid. They think me a fool. They say I'm out of
touch with the modern era.
Ha. Let them think that. Let them see me as some derelict grandpa,
sitting in his rocker, half off his rocker, spittle dripping from
chin. Let them chase after their shiny new things. The important
things don't change, no matter how many gadgets they have.
Human nature. That don't change, whether you've got an app for that
or you beat it with a stick, it is what it is. Selfish, greedy,
venal. Oh, the odd individual comes along and makes them look noble,
let's them think they're noble, but deep down there's a different
truth.
The Forest. That don't change either. Doesn't have the power to
reason, just acts on blind instinct.
They think I'd pursue my quarry with giant pens and sentient
landscapes? How little they've learned. Distractions. All
distractions. There's only one way to hunt anything. Find out where
your quarry is going and get there first.
