Entry 34 (On feeling like a crop)
I'm reading the book "mushroom at the end of the world" by Anna Tsing—I just started it. In the first or second chapter she talks about how different a plant is in the wild vs. when it is farmed. It made me think of rhododendron "bushes" I saw during a hike. They were so much more like a tree than the residential bushes I was used to seeing. I thought of myself before and after I started my career. I was so different before my creative skills were farmed.