“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”
As I grew older, I learned that my metal friend had no consciousness. I became more analytical, more absolutist — now there had to be a reason to do something. Emotions became fleeting. I trusted logic and fact instead.
I hugged that lawn mower out of instinct. It was naïve and uncalculated. Yet there was a certain truth to that gut feeling. My mission is to get back to that place. The place where I can be free to care without hard evidence; free to do things I can't always explain. I want to live, embracing that fresh simplicity.
— Kishan Madamala