i’m not hating (i am) but whose terrible idea was it to domesticate palm trees in north morocco and cut down the beautiful cork oaks. their air reeks of tourism and the packaging of those old claire’s journals with furry covers. that raggedy excuse of a plant checks the boxes of both tacky and capitalist. lining them up on the grassy strip next to the highway like some kind of pathetic welfare. i receive 1 damage everytime i leave the house and witness them on these holy rif grounds. bring back the weeping willows and take this atrocity away from my beloved north african city. i beg of you.