Towering over us with gnarled limbs, they looked more ominous than the usual skyscrapers. At least buildings were predictable. They had walls and stairs. There were humans in them. But who knew what kinds of creatures lived in those trees? And on top. And under.
When buildings catch on fire, the firemen come. When trees catch on fire, it’s every dung beetle for himself.
Not to brag, but I’ve been decluttering before it was cool. I try to do it regularly, but with my work and life and lazin’-about schedule taking up all of my time, decluttering tends to get reduced to a once-a-year occasion.
But boy do I look forward to it.
I look forward to it like how my puppy looks forward to kibbles.
Like how productive but overpaying members of society look forward to tax refunds.
Like how GoDaddy looks forward to automatically renewing the 30 unused domains I’ve impulsively bought over the years because one day I totally will write about my conversations with my sandwich (dot com).