Whenever I start to feel out of place here, I go outside and look at this pair of Ginkgo trees out in the parking lot. It doesn't make me feel any better, but I do it anyway. Separated from each other by ninety yards of asphalt and from their home by about 8000 miles of mother earth- its shorter to measure thru the planet, sad. They were planted here for what i can only imagine were ornamental purposes. They are soldiering on bravely, and they have even had a little baby ginkgo that is nestled among its mothers roots. If that mexican asshole with the weed whacker would leave it alone it might one day grow tall enough to see its father over that sea of asphalt and juniper bushes.
You could compare them to Adam and Eve, stuck with each other by forces beyond their control, but I don't. It is sort of heartening to watch two trees that are the last of a prehistoric and dying genus living and loving in a time and place they don't belong. It is also depressing as hell.