I wanted apples, so I sought a tree
I found an orchard; all of them were bare
And so it is with our futility
We long for things that simply
Are not
There
I wanted apples, so I sought a tree
I found an orchard; all of them were bare
And so it is with our futility
We long for things that simply
Are not
There
There’s always another orchard, somewhere.
I think I found it. It had red pears. Turns out they’re better than apples.
Always one step ahead.
I chased after nonexistent apples for quite a few years.