tl;dr; coming: When I was a boy in NJ USA, I had an apple tree in the back yard. One winter it got iced over and cracked in half. Half the tree stood, the other half laid on the ground, barely connected to the trunk. Spring came. Blossoms like that tree never saw before. By summer there were more apples than that tree had ever produced. I remember picking brown bags full of them. It was amazing. Then Fall, then Winter, then Spring. Even MORE blossoms from this half dead tree. More apples. Bigger, sweeter than the tree ever made. Fall. Winter. Spring. There were flies all around the tree and it smelled like death. I chopped it down and put it out to the curb.

tl;dr; coming:
When I was a boy in NJ USA, I had an apple tree in the back yard. One winter it got iced over and cracked in half. Half the tree stood, the other half laid on the ground, barely connected to the trunk.

Spring came. Blossoms like that tree never saw before. By summer there were more apples than that tree had ever produced. I remember picking brown bags full of them. It was amazing.

Then Fall, then Winter, then Spring. Even MORE blossoms from this half dead tree. More apples. Bigger, sweeter than the tree ever made.

Fall. Winter. Spring.

There were flies all around the tree and it smelled like death. I chopped it down and put it out to the curb.

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Dying tree spit out all the sugars it had to create shoots, blossoms and apples. No point in conserving anymore for the future as it’s future is already passed. So tree gave all it had. Took two seasons then it was empty.

My allegory for the nation-state.

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