some trees seem to have another life at night. some trees are cut down and burned in the fire place. some trees we see become fire and burn in the ground, like some people who self immolate, some are unrooted, and they burn out their lives, only trees don't start fires, they only get burned, their roots we imagine scream. i saw this monk who lit himself with gasoline, and he didn't cry out. even the people around him went silent. everything went silent around the fire, i imagine even the birds were amazed.
some trees are felled and propped up again and adorned with lights. some trees dream. some trees keep us dreaming, some trees remind us there's something we need to do, some trees will always be the keepers of our dreams.