Water Is Still Wet

Reluctant Concessions in a System Built to Consume and Destroy

I’ve returned to these places before—the ocean and the trees—and I am beginning to understand why. Some truths don’t need to be reinvented. They need to be revisited.

The ocean holds what I can’t. The trees offer silence without demand. Between them, I remember that resistance doesn’t always announce itself. Sometimes it simply refuses to disappear.

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