During one of those long drives around the country, I spotted this lone tree– barely alive; barely erect– right in the middle of an expanse of flat land. The last tree standing, what it’s fighting for, nobody knows.
I hear of people like Yohji Yamamoto or even Joan Rivers who want (or wanted, for the latter) nothing in life but to work until the end. For the sake of the work; the craft; the baby, more than anything else. And I truly respect that, the notion of a tree just being a tree until it no longer is.
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