i was in the grocery store and saw an onion on the ground and picked it up, absently saying “poor little guy.” behind me a teenage girl started laughing and then stopped and went “aww. i’m sorry for laughing. that’s nice actually.” and the cycle of cruelty is broken for another generation as a young person realizes that it is not embarrassing to have empathy for another thing that was once living, because certainly to be a lone white onion rolling on the ground in a supermarket would be terrifying to anyone
Love continues to be found in bread and in citrus fruits and cheese and spinach
when you download a pdf and it’s called like 1328723486basdf12.pdf but then you gently rename it to what it’s supposed to be. that’s forming a bond with a hurt and wild mythological creature and reminding it who it is.
jim morrison
HWY : an american pastoral |1969|
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