Removing myself from my ongoing thesis, it seems ridiculous and a bit elating to see how I go to the library, pick up a book talking about ecocriticism, environmental literature, and postcolonial treatises, just to learn and ponder how completely possible and life-changing it is to “dwell”.
Just to find the right term that I’ve been looking for the “why” of things in nature writing.
Just to find the right word.
Just to find.
Just.
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