Chestnuts
In the fall the streets and sidewalks of Queen Anne Hill are covered in chestnuts. It's beautiful, but also tinged with melancholy. The trees shower this urban world with an abundance of wasted fertility, as if the asphalt could sprout forests. Look around, and you'll see this happening everywhere in the natural world. Nature is all about profusion: put enough out there, and something will stick and carry into the next generation. Humans are no exception: our bodies do the same thing. And our thoughts, our thousands of daily decisions, our efforts to figure out how we should live. We are not about exactitude. And we don't know what will stick.