" Examining them now up close, Will decided he didn't care much for trees. Too showy, too unruly, too large - things that had a shape and didn't at the same time. It took only ten minutes for him to realize he mostly distrusted nature: the wasted bits and pieces everywhere, the lewd odors, the imperfect edges, everything unfinished somehow, as though assembled hastily from what was lying around. Also, the ground was damp, and there was nowhere to nap if he got tired. He preferred the nature in books his mother read him at bedtime: the ambulatory forests of Middle Earth, the sapphire bathwater seas of Jacques Cousteau. "

― Michael Christie , If I Fall, If I Die