#armycantonments

We all have forests on our minds. Forests unexplored, unending. Each one of us gets lost in the forest, every night, alone. – Ursula K. Le Guin, The Wind’s Twelve Quarters One’s own neck of the woods cannot escape being taken for granted… you don’t really swoon over what has been an integral part of your paideia… and knowing that what was then shall be dilapidated now, the contrition keeps one at…