So the more things remained the same, the more they changed after all. Nothing endures. Not love, not a tree, not even a death by violence.
So the more things remained the same, the more they changed after all. Nothing endures. Not love, not a tree, not even a death by violence.
This was the tree, and it seemed to me standing there to resemble those men, the giants of your childhood, whom you encounter years later and find that they are not merely smaller in relation to your growth, but they are absolutely smaller, shrunken by age. In this double demotion the old giants have become pygmies while you were looking the other way.
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