As Though My Death Was A Long Sleep

[Trees or The Ghosts of Us Living - Zeb Andrews]

Only God and the devil can be counted on for all the thrilling parts. The great hits of history go along without the notice of most. I read about them in books like everybody else.

Sometimes I feel more akin to houses and trees than to my fellow human beings. I stand around watching the waves of people come and go. Their lives are short, but mine is long. Sometimes I imagine myself as a post driven into the ocean’s edge.

-Ann Brashares, My Name Is Memory