one day

“And I don’t cut back the brambles, either the ones now clambering over the roof of the house or those already creeping like a slow avalanche over the cultivated ground; I should like them to bury everything, myself included. Then the lizards have made their nests in the cracks of the walls, ants have scooped out porous cities under the bricks of the floor, and I look forward to every day to seeing if a new crack has opened, and think of the cities of the human race being smothered and swallowed up by weeds.”

Italio Calvino, reading from The House of the Beehives