Because, here’s the truth: life is catastrophe. The basic fact of existence—of walking around trying to feed ourselves and find friends and whatever else we do—is catastrophe.
“To immigrants and exiles everywhere,
the uprooted, the re-rooted, the rootless,
And to the trees we left behind,
rooted in our memories ...”
― The Island of Missing Trees
the uprooted, the re-rooted, the rootless,
And to the trees we left behind,
rooted in our memories ...”
― The Island of Missing Trees
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