I remember reading an interview of Vikram Seth where he said, "Why kill trees unless writing that book is absolutely essential to your soul?"
These words, in their short time of travel from paper to my brain, developed nesting instincts and chirrup in my mind with wonderful constancy.
Now I am not writing a book.
So obviously, I can't kill trees.
But I refuse to increase the number of carbon footprints I leave, unless my taciturn muse stands still long enough for me to exploit its brilliance!