They grew, more and more of them, stretching their way down to the earth. I did not know them, these roots, they were complete strangers and yet my brothers at the same time. I was old and now, tired. These roots, they strangled me and held me up at the same time. From me, their existence sprung, although they could have chosen another, if the wind had blown differently the day their seedling landed. I gave to them their chance and for it they left me hollow.