May 21st, 2018 I had a chance encounter with a forest sprite in the Arnold Arboretum. He tried to convince me to run away with him to woods and live in his hollowed out tree fort, and I was very tempted.
Tragically, I explained to him I am dependent on the capitalist system that produces my insulin for cents on the dollar, and allows me to labor my life away in exchange for just barely being able to afford to buy it with my poverty wages. He did not understand this, and honestly I don't really either.
I asked if he would take his shoes off so I could take pictures of his muddy feet, and he readily obliged.
Then he climbed up a nearby tree and disappeared.
Farewell forest sprite, thank you for your trust.