UNBECOMING

These poetic words swirled in my mind this week. Cries and protests erupt as angry citizens come to blows over the rights of individuals, an

Corpses of trees lay in piles as tall as they once stood. Rigamortis of the roots. The clay cries. It doesn’t feel like progress.

“Don't be afraid to be confused. Try to remain permanently confused. Anything is possible. Stay open, forever, so open it hurts, and then...