What if the future is soft and revolution is so kind that there is no end to us in sight.
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How rare and beautiful it is that we exist.
What if we stun existence one more time?
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Been born from so many apocalypses, what’s one more?
Love is still the only revenge. It grows each time the earth is set on fire.
But for what it’s worth, I’d do this again.
Gamble on humanity one hundred times over

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Commit to life unto life, as the trees fall and take us with them.
I’d follow love into extinction.

—- Ayisha Siddiqa, “On Another Panel About Climate, They Ask Me to Sell the Future and All I’ve Got Is a Love Poem”