I am writing to you from the end of the world. You must realize this.
The trees often tremble. We collect the leaves. They have a ridiculous
number of veins. But what for? There’s nothing between them and the
tree any more, and we go off troubled.
Could not life continue on earth without wind? Or must everything tremble, always, always?
— Henri Michaux, section IV of “I Am Writing to You from a Far-offCountry”
photo: ✞ вlacĸ and wнιтe мacaвre ✞ byGreg Allum