the soliloquy of tree rollins

Another flashback...

Before this generation he was Tree Rollins, a former player-coach for the Orlando Magic in the 90s.

But now, he is here, stripped from the lushness of Fall, naked. Soon to be dying in the middle of another remiss apartment complex. Boxed inside the concrete labyrinth.

His favorite film was Being There.

Before he moves on to his next being, he chooses to express his experiences as a tree to the algorithms of space. It is worth passing on. There where times he departed without passing anything on. But in this incarnation, he has finally learned, finally embodied his vessel.

"World!" he proclaims, "In the unmarked bookends, our fathers and mothers are our brothers and sisters. Our children. Our teachers. Our students. Our partners. Our lovers."

With that, his movement begins toward elsewhere in here. Leaving behind friends that he may not see as trees again, but knew he would see again. And in that next moment, it may be them saying goodbye. If so, he would reply, "Aloha!"