"I think the kind of landscape that you grew up in, it lives with you. I don't think it's true of people who've grown up in cities so much; you may love a building, but I don't think that you can love it in the way that you love a tree or a river or the colour of the earth; it's a different kind of love."
“I carry the landscape inside me like an ache. The story of who I am cannot be severed from the story of the flatwoods.”
-Janisse Ray, Ecology of a Cracker Childhood
We all have a landscape inside of us. I like this thought. What would the land look like if you cracked yourself open like an egg? What places must a person traverse when they meet you?