My two lives, my many lives, are simultaneous. I leave home and I don’t. I die and I don’t. I’m asleep and dreaming, and also awake and dreaming. The car crash, the tyranny, the epidemic, the fire; it killed me, it missed me, I was careful, I was careless but lucky. It was my fate.
And here we are living the life we have, ramshackle and improvised, with the ice sheets melting, and the old agreements that held us together, broken.
This is our time to live. We don’t get another, we have to love and enjoy each other and get enlightened right here.
I am also an apple tree, by which I mean that is one of my lives.
—from John Tarrant’s introduction to Issue 5 Read on