Fri Both Ways

Want is a thing that unfurls unbidden like fungus, opening large upon itself, stopless, filling the sky. But needs, from one day to the next, are few enough to fit in a bucket, with room enough left to rattle like brittlebrush in a dry wind.

Leguin, Ursula K. “A Very Warm Mountain.” Parabola 5, no. 4 (Fall 1980).