... and yet I'm not American.
I am a French-Portuguese guy who speaks and thinks in English, grew up in Switzerland and was forced to attend July 4th celebrations as a kid.
I have no country.
When a leaf falls from a tree, it has a distinctive shape and size to which we turn if we wish to identify the tree. But when winter comes most leaves end up on the ground, and together they turn into shit and dirt. The earth becomes fertile and new plants grow.
I don’t know what kind of leaf I am, but I know I’m on the ground already. Join me down here. Leave your great American tree, and be homeless with me.
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"I could have done worse!" exultantly cried the murderer Lebret, sentenced at Rouen to hard labor for life. — Félix Fénéon