“We do not record flowers,” said the geographer.
“Why is that? The flower is the most beautiful thing on my planet!”
“We do not record them,’ said the geographer, “Because they are ephemeral.”
“What does that mean –‘ephemeral’?”
“Geographies”, said the geographer, “are the books which, of all books, are most concerned with matters of consequence. They never become old-fashioned. It is very rarely that a mountain changes its position. It is very rarely that an ocean empties itself of waters. We write of eternal things.”
“But extinct volcanoes may come to life again,” the little prince interrupted. “What does that mean –‘ephemeral’?” “Whether volcanoes are extinct or alive, it comes to the same thing for us, “ said the geographer. “The thing that matters to us is the mountain. It does not change.”
“But what does that mean –‘ephemeral’?” repeated the little prince, who never in his life had let go of a question, once he had asked it.
“It means, ‘which is in danger of speedy disappearance.’” “Is my flower in danger of speedy disappearance?” “Certainly it is.”
Acrylic, spraypaint & marker on board
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