There are things I loath and I think of as Lies.
When I was able to deal with them
it was because my hatred for them
was somehow underdeveloped.
Trees are among these things.
And I believe one day they'll take over, and we won't be there no more.
And with us gone, even the things that I loath and I think of as lies will disappear.
When I look persistently at this picture I think of this: the Trees will stand, Trees will take over.