Comings and goings:
- We carve our way into the rest of the world. Clear spaces
for ourselves and kill anything dangerous or even annoying that finds
its way into our terrible umbra of influence. This is no small
thing and living in the middle of the jungle reminds one of just how persistent "nature" is in the absence of constant vigilance. I could be my father speaking, with different contexts perhaps.
One random Tuesday night our generator died...
Is she for real? If you like the story, should you care?