Ahz mah (So what)

Companionship Their companionship was like the fir tree growing out of a roadside rock formation, improbable and slightly ridiculous— it shouldn’t be here, after all— yet almost regal in its solitude, trunk jutting out at an unlikely angle reaching towards daylight, unseen roots threading down through unseen cracks extracting nourishment from deep within the seemingly impervious granite. Want to receive notifications of posts on this blog?    

Claire Two children squat on the sidewalk outside their apartment building stirring a mud puddle with twigs after a storm. Hey this looks like chocolate milk! Whoa. We could give it to Claire in a dixie cup and say it was chocolate milk, and maybe she would fall for it. How does it first arise, I wonder— the flash of cruelty, the severing of connection. And by what grace do we transcend this callous othering?