“Little solace comes to those who grieve when thoughts keep drifting as walls keep shifting and this great blue world of ours seems a house of leaves moments before the wind.” ― Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves
House of Leaves, Mark Z. Danielewski. Was one of the most exciting yet strangest pieces of lititure to read. He took ideas, and even words and paragraphs and manipulated them so to go along with the human mind and mood or situation in the story at that moment. Even, sometimes for reasons I couldn't see. He is defiantly an inspiration in my reading and writing.
Downstairs in your house when you're the only one awake. Walking through the woods in the middle of the night. Twisty roads at night with no streetlamps. An empty motorway. A convenience store at 3am with no one inside with you. The first to arrive to an empty school. Or the last to leave. Empty public toilets.
Manihot grahamii / Hardy Tapioca / Graham's Cassava: a native of Eastern South America, from Brazil through to Argentina. I've done a quick web search and this has been successfully grown as far north as North Carolina. (This photo said it was taken in the Pacific NW).