The homeless character Jack writes in his notebook (p. 59):
“Where are the primroses that used to carpet that wood? Why don’t you coppice it if you say it is yours? You think it doesn’t matter, that it is just a wood. You think things will always be the same. You think you have dominion – that you’re not part of things. .. But if there is no light the primroses can’t come. Is it spring you are afraid of or something else? Life finds a way but not like you think. I am still here.”
Good read
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