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i grew up as the mayor of a city i dug out of the dirt around the jacaranda in the schoolyard. sometimes i’d collaborate with friends and we’d build empires together. but, mostly, we fought over supplies and land; we couldn’t stand it when one had more than the others. we flung seed pods as cannonballs, shrapnel out of leaf litter, even planned secret raids, but the aggression only turned our bright cities to dust. the most valuable thing i’ve learned since becoming an adult- perhaps what separates me from that childhood- is that the most devastating weapon against feelings of inferiority is verbal reason, and that’s not to say aggression makes us children, but i think we all have little cities.
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Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 8:03 PM UTC
Little Cities
i grew up as the mayor of a city i dug out of the dirt around the jacaranda in the schoolyard. sometimes i’d collaborate with friends and we’d build empires together. but, mostly, we fought over supplies and land; we couldn’t stand it when one had more than the others. we flung seed pods as cannonballs, shrapnel out of leaf litter, even planned secret raids, but the aggression only turned our bright cities to dust. the most valuable thing i’ve learned since becoming an adult- perhaps what separates me from that childhood- is that the most devastating weapon against feelings of inferiority is verbal reason, and that’s not to say aggression makes us children, but i think we all have little cities.
lukad
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Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 8:03 PM UTC
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