“Mingle the starlight with your lives and you won’t be fretted by trifles.” Maria Mitchell
I know who is going to win the left/right battles raging across this country. I know who will win Brexit and punative absurd migration policies (moving around is not just a right, it IS) and every other giant fuck you that people are intent upon hurling at one another. The planet, that's who will win.
These are the residents of this place. They're chatting out there. As I merely fleet.
How trees talk but not to you.