Monday, September 08, 2008
I dream that my neighbor, a middle age balding man, is teaching me gardening and the language of plants. Where the plants are planted and growing communicates information, but never the same thing twice, always something new. My neighbor gives me illustrated greeting cards and picture books about gardening. My parents have died and my neighbor has befriended me. The plants and flowers grow wildly everywhere. There is a glass terrarium with a grow lamp. New flowers are sprouting up and dying out every few seconds in the terrarium.
Posted by Deerheart at 8:08 PM