"They went. But they came back. You know, you are born in a place and you grow up there. You get to know the trees and plants. You will never know any other trees and plants like that. You grow up watching a Guava tree, say. You know that browny-green bark peeling like old paint. You try to climb that tree. You know after you climb it a few times the bark gets smooth-smooth and so slippery you can’t get a grip on it. You get that ticklish feeling in your foot. Nobody has to teach you what the guava is. You go away. You ask, ‘What is that tree?’ Somebody will tell you, ‘An Elm’. You see another tree. Somebody will tell you, ‘That’s an Oak’. Good; you know them. But it isn’t the same. Here you wait for the Poui to flower one week in the year and you don’t even know you are waiting. All right, you go away. But you will come back. Where you born, man, you born." — V. S. Naipaul. — #texttoimage #texttoimageart #texttoimageai #midjourney #midjourneyart #midjourneyai https://www.instagram.com/p/CmF6I8XMMTQ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
