I like these stories about how you feel for the animals, it creates images in my head of a connection with nature and also sadness about what is happening. Here we had no young ones this year, titmice started building a nest, there was an egg in it, but they didn't continue, something was bothering them. It's good that this chemo is over for now, I hope. It simply destroys too much, but unfortunately there is no other option so far. All the best and greetings.
I cried over a dead baby deer this morning, and so appreciate this essay and its final questions. Sending a lot of love and solidarity your way!
Man, the final question is a harsh truth, but what really got me was this part:
Brave enough to face prison, but not to face growth. Stupid fucking anarchists. I still have nightmares.
We've done a lot of that too
I'm sorry to hear that. Hopefullly naming it as a common experience can help us start to change it.
I like these stories about how you feel for the animals, it creates images in my head of a connection with nature and also sadness about what is happening. Here we had no young ones this year, titmice started building a nest, there was an egg in it, but they didn't continue, something was bothering them. It's good that this chemo is over for now, I hope. It simply destroys too much, but unfortunately there is no other option so far. All the best and greetings.