imagine being a dead animal on the side of the road just laying there decaying and people in cars just keep passing you and passing you and passing you and passing you and
the pigeon doesn’t understand your disdain for it; it coos for you anyway. the tree does not know you own an axe for it; its leaves sway in the sun anyway. the starving cat eats the poison you put out. it doesn’t know how not to trust. the earth forgives you, in spite of yourself