Trees
Trees come and go, they grow old together, whisper to each other, in a language we can only dream to understand. They knew our ancestors generations before we were born. Like long lost immortals they tell stories about us as we move from a time of cutting to a time of planting and from a time of planting to a time of modifying. We give them the power to project our internet and store our information within their mycorrhizal networks. Living databases that grow our food and our medicine, clean our air, and light our streets at night, it was only a matter of time before one learned our languages enough to say, ‘Hello?’…