Est 1986
I came across a post about an ancient olive tree on the Island of Crete. It has been standing there for, without exaggerating, millennia, and it’s still producing olives to this day.
Trees don’t have brains that we can recognise as brains, but they’re proven to have nervous systems.
Take a moment to imagine trees storing memories in their very being, and what this tree would have seen in it’s days. How many people have passed it by, how many children have climbed it?
How many dogs have urinated on it’s trunk, how many birds have hidden among it’s branches?
How many insects have nested in it’s bark?
All the while, the tree stands there silently, watching the world pass it by, unable to utter a single word.
Silently screaming on the inside
LEAVE ME ALONE YOU FUCKS!