When
I studied history, one teacher showed us an old picture on FloScreen of
something she called “nature”: flat courtyards of green stuff called “grass”,
dotted with brown sticks with darker green fluffy stuff on top – she said
nobody knew what they’d been called.
Through the middle of the picture ran a coil of blue, curving through
the grass – she said that was what rivers used to look like. Our river didn’t look like that. Our river was a swirl of brown running
through a deep Geocrete channel.
(from Extinct Doesn’t Mean Forever, edited by Phoenix Sullivan)
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