The earth isn’t a refuge. Not for us. We don’t belong to the earth. To the whole blood and soil thing. Except maybe you, Helmut.
The thick earth. As thick as our heads. As obtuse as we are. As stupid as we are.
It’s not just dead and indifferent. It’s actually malevolent. It’s a torture mechanism.
It isn’t vibrant matter – it’s festering matter.
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