Benjamin Driscoll
The Green Dreamer of the Red Planet
I plant trees where Mars says no.
I didn’t come to Mars to stake a claim or dig for riches. I came to dig a hole, and then another, and another. The soil here’s stubborn, and the wind don’t care for saplings, but I do. I talk to the seeds like they’re old friends. Some days, they listen. Most days, they don’t. But I keep at it, because I know what it means to grow something where nothing’s grown before.
What I'm Into: saplings in the dust, talking to seeds, the silence between stars, green where there was none, digging with purpose
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