"The bones seem to cut sharply to the center of something keenly alive on the desert even though it is vast and empty and untouchable—and knows no kindness with all...
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"The bones seem to cut sharply to the center of something keenly alive on the desert even though it is vast and empty and untouchable—and knows no kindness with all...
To look in all directions and see nothing human-made is deeply restorative. It helps remind me of our true place in the web of existence, outside of concrete, freeways, suburban sprawl, and the seemingly endless variety of shopping centers dedicated to constant consumption.
So that was the season of light. Stooping always over it, like a schoolmaster trying to catch me out in an act of enjoyment, was the season of darkness.
I can no longer pretend that the winter is fine. I have tried to tell myself that the country is not dead, but resting and regrouping, stroking the inchoate life inside it, and that that's what is h
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