sometimes when i walk down the street I see the plants growing between the slabs of rock poured out by human hands. Beneath it I imagine the bones of the deceased trees. Decomposing roots like a woman’s hair spread wide, and I feel a little bit of shame to step over the small baby of the forest trying desperately to survive in this place where we spray poison for green lawns. When you see a plant trying to fight rock what do you think of?

First off I want to thank you for leaving something in my inbox, this is my first anonymous question on tumblr so this is pretty cool!

Honestly the first thing I think of is cilantro, depending what part of the world you are from you may know this herb by coriander. Cilantro makes me think of salsa, and salsa makes me think of tacos. You see in Mexico cilantro is known to grow in the cracks of the sidewalks from time to time, I am not from Mexico but I have been there and it is dear to me. Tacos are also dear to me, once you have good tacos everything else is simply acceptable and nothing more.

I also think of the fact that hundreds of weeds are coming through a bed of gravel in my front yard right now. They don’t care that just a few feet away is my garden which often struggles to survive even though it is carefully tended for and watered and carefully planted with enough space for each seed to thrive.

Thirdly I think that given enough patience, determination, and time few things are impossible but these are tools often left unused. If authority over the earth is to be held by either people or mother nature, in this war of attrition we can not win and the earth is prepared to kill every last one of us to prove that point. So it’s high time we learn to get along.