Notes from Zendik Farm
"Passion for Farming"
Countries mean nothing to me, they are merely artificial lines divvying up the Earth to serve the needs of greed and the lust for ownership of that which cannot be owned: the land, waters and the elements themselves....

Writing from Arol's Journal
The day grey listening to his (Wulf's) tapes, arranging and cataloging them—organ (his) and horn (his) gorgeous in the grey foggy rainy day—the pale green spring trees of life and sadness and love...