and you can choose what kind of tree you want to become
just imagine cemeteries looking like this
life after death
this is how all cemeteries should look. its awkward to hug a gravestone. imagine hugging your grandma/tree. Rebuild all cemeteries
And then the trees get chopped down to make paper. And that paper gets made into books. Because we’re all just stories in the end.
I would love to become paper inside someone’s book, but I dunno, I’m conflicted. I don’t want to be used in some trashy romance novel about vampires with unrealistic feelings, or in math books in Utah or something because fuck math and the irony of that entire hypothetical situation.