Got to half way and decided to stop reading. The story is ambling along too slowly, the seed pods only sometimes referred to, while instead multiple chapters or at least parts describe the same people, eg the sad and drunk Brony, being sad and drunk, without providing more clues about their character.
Fleur thinks about the story of the two celibate monks who come to a flooded piece of road. There is a beautiful woman there, and so one of the monks lifts her and carries her past the flood, The other one can't believe he has done this, and sulks for miles. Eventually, he confronts his friend and asks him why he did it. His friend simply replied, 'I put her down several miles ago but you, my brother, seem still to be carrying her.'
Imagine that one day you decide that you need to multitask more, and therefore while doing something boring like cleaning your teeth you will add some other boring thing like doing your daily calf raises, where you stand up on your toes first on one leg and then on the other for say 25 reps on each side x2. This you think of as a good use of time. In fact, for these two minutes of every morning it eels as if you have enslaved time, you have got one over on it. You are winning the war against it. In fact, you get so used to doing your calf raises while cleaning your teeth that you now can't clean your teeth without automatically going up onto first one leg, then another. The mere buzz of your electric toothbrush gets your calf muscles quivering. You are Pavlov's dog. But this is a good thing, because you are cheating time. Or so you think. Imagine that the act of cleaning your teeth while doing your calf raises becomes so automatic and unconscious that you can now do a third thing as well, further demonstrating your mastery over time. Perhaps, as well as doing your teeth and your calf raises you imagine what you'd do if you won a million pound on the Lottery. Perhaps you write a To Do list in your head. A letter to someone from long ago... How aware are you now of the calf raises? How many have you done? Does it matter that this action, like so much else in your life, has now become so unconscious you don't even know you are doing it? What other things did you begin doing long ago, long before the calf raises, that you do not feel or even know about any more? Who were you, before you forgot?
