Random notes in my journals.
In the concrete world, far from home, I walk around without knowing the path. I don't see the buildings or the wierd names of the strees, but I see the roots. The trees are all over. With a big trunk and tiny space on the ground. Very often they break the concrete. They do it because they can. Oppression is resilient but life is much more. This is a hopeful thought but at the same time too romantic. We shouldn't have to be resilient. I don't wanna have to be resilient. 
I woke up today worried about the damage that the rain may caused on the construction of my house, in the middle of the mess I found a forest of beans and inside of a whole in the bricks a new bird nest. What is damage? 
I talked to a friend about his little daughter, he was worried about the impacts of adults turmoil on her. I brought him this little bean growing inside the brick. Trust in life.

note to the creative exciting me: don't go out to catch waste in a raining day wearing withe. 

Nothing is concrete. Concrete is a mined material that causes a lot of damage to the environmental.