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265 pages, Kindle Edition
Published July 30, 2025
It’s been days and she hasn’t moved. She just stands in the backyard. She says she doesn’t need anything, that she’s drawing water from the air and the ground and her energy from the sun. Last night it rained and I begged her to come inside. She shook her head slowly, as if doing so caused her pain. I took out an umbrella and held it over her, but she growled so deeply and inhumanly that I dropped it and fled inside.
In the morning, Travis comes around and I make coffee. We sit down next to her, hoping that the aroma will tempt her.
It doesn’t.
‘She’s given up,’ Travis says.
‘That’s not what this is,’ I say. (p.1)
‘It often becomes their perspective,’ she says, her voice becoming sharp and rising in volume, ‘that muscle-bound, kinetically cursed creatures damage everything they touch. We destroy. We take and we do not give. We consume until there is nothing left. We dig and scratch and stomp and kill and cut and burn.’ She pauses again, as if she herself has just felled a tree with an axe. She takes a deep breath. The audience is silent. The light in the auditorium becomes a green–yellow, the colour of sun-dappled forest. The lightest sound of a string quartet can be heard. She invites local musicians to play in every city she visits. ‘But trees,’ she says, more softly now, ‘are the highest form of life. Life that gives, that connects, that is at peace with its place and does not seek to change it, does not want beyond what it needs, does not take, does not destroy.’ Another pause. This question has been asked before, by people suffering from the loss of loved ones. She has answered it many times, kindly. But she has no need to pause or think about it. It’s all for effect. ‘Our arborescent friends and family aren’t suicidal. They don’t have much faith in humanity, perhaps’ – the audience laughs, and she lets them – ‘and maybe not in God, however you construct Them. But they have faith. In earth, in the sun, in the wind and in the clouds. But you want a more personal take. We all do. We all want answers. It’s hard to believe that we’re here, isn’t it? That so much has changed in only a few years? That our co-workers, parents, friends have planted themselves near a river, or on the outskirts of town, or even on the street itself? We all know one, don’t we?’ She pauses again. ‘But let’s try to think of it like this. What they are saying, what each one of them is saying when they decide to dig in, to stand exposed to the sun and the rain and the earth, is this.’ She clasps her hands together and looks out at the audience earnestly. ‘All is not lost, friends. All is not lost.’