1-1-17

I was born, have lived, and will die within this forest. And yet, every day I explore for miles. And every day I see the world around me grow like bread rises. No matter how much I discover, I go to sleep further away than before. I think, “Anja, carve out a square foot and learn my world that way,” until I notice that as I creep along, the beginning changes before I get to the end.