Nov 9, 2021
5 min read
Letting go of illusions, without losing hope
I walk through the forest in my city. It rained yesterday and today and like they are answering to a call from the skies, fungi in different shapes and colours have popped up their heads. This is their season, fall. The season of letting go, of decay, a necessary step in the cycle of life. As I read the headlines on COP26 I can’t help feel we are in the fall of our human history.
