You’re frustrated, stressed, or just trying to let something out, and somehow the answer is… go outside. As if everything suddenly gets better the moment your feet touch some grass. This piece is about that feeling. Not against touching grass, just poking fun at how easily we throw simple advice at people dealing with things we know nothing about. Sometimes you don’t need advice. You just need someone to listen. “You’re telling me to touch some grass? Yes, I’m touching it right now. With my fucking ass.” Cexagon, 2026