
When I’m feeling really busted, this tree, nature, still makes sense. Makes me feel less alone and heals me a bit when I really just wanna fucking give up. This tree doesn’t watch FOX or CNN, it doesn’t worry about 6-year-old fake disease scares, or support ongoing genocides. It doesn’t care about Jeff Bezos or Elon Musk, or my preferred pronouns. It just blossoms each year right when it should, and reminds me with its beauty that the absurdity all around is a purely human, social creation. Nothing to do with reality, thank god. Look how magnificent it is!

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