Reblogged by technomancy@icosahedron.website ("tech? no! man, see..."):
aral@mastodon.ar.al ("Aral Balkan") wrote:
“How does one hate a country, or love one? … I know people, I know towns, farms, hills and rivers and rocks, I know how the sun at sunset in autumn falls on the side of a certain plowland in the hills; but what is the sense of giving a boundary to all that, of giving it a name and ceasing to love where the name ceases to apply?”
— Ursula K. Le Guin (The Left Hand of Darkness)
Via @neil