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"It matters who owns the ground on which we build, how the rules of the game are structured, and that we remember there are other games we can play together, less destructive and all-consuming than the winner-takes-all nightmare that has been presented as reality itself around here lately."

"The Timberstacks

They have such character—they are unlike
the mounds of raw materials you find
in quarries, construction sites—for the timberstacks
were once alive.

Today they mount each other’s pyres; tonight
their silhouettes
blazing through dusk…

Their rough-hewn pyramids
shoulder the glyphs with which they speak to me—
though what is it they say?

Of all the fates they couldn’t understand,
in this at least they find
themselves so closely packed,
more closely packed than in the deepest jungle;
and they need only whisper
to each other.

But what is it they say?"

—Huck via

Crystallize.

"What the classical writers were doing is what we have largely lost. They were not 'tolerating' tsuyu. They were not 'waiting it out.' They were treating the season as a guest in the room, with its own habits, and behaving accordingly." —Tōan via

"And with every step one takes, every corner turned and door stepped through, one gets farther from a way out, risking getting lost and becoming an unwilling inhabitant of a space impossible to inhabit."