A month, when we are young, feels fleetingly short. But it is nonetheless a significant block of time that lends itself to opportunities for life altering changes, which really only need a second to have their profound impact.
An average month (for we know there are different types of months, 28 29 30 31, isn't that strange, a month is so regularly used to define time when its own definition shifts constantly, but anyway, I digress) is 730.484398 hours.
What am I going to do in these next hours of "freedom"?
I want to travel and see some trees.
More importantly, I want to find the capacity to be intensely devoted to something.
"Erlandson was very secretive and refused to reveal his methods on how to grow the Circus Trees (he even carried out his graftings behind screens to protect against spies!) and carried the secrets to his grave."
Then, I want to whittle it all down to a manageable size.
"Le sol de la planète en était infesté. Or un baobab, si l'on s'y prend trop tard, on ne peut jamais plus s'en débarasser. Il encombre toute la planète. Il la perfore de ses racines. Et si la planète est trop petite, et si les baobabs sont trop nombreux, ils la font éclater."-Le Petit Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
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