Scribbled on paper today:
At the airport. Reading Ishmael, a gift from Laura. Something the gorilla said makes me think of this song: Outside of society, they’re waitin’ for me. Outside of society, that’s where I want to be.
7:16 pm. Missing you and thinking about our dreams. Ishmael nodded. “Whenever a Taker couple talk about how wonderful it would be to have a big family, they’re reenacting this scene beside the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil. They’re saying to themselves, ‘Of course it’s our right to apportion life on this planet as we please. Why stop at four kids or six? We can have fifteen if we like. All we have to do is plow under another few hundred acres of rain forest — and who cares if a dozen other species disappear as a result?’”
