I'm standing in the studio behind my house. The sun is streaming in and beating itself against the cardboard boxes. I'm shuffling through cabinets determine what goes. What stays.
Perched on top of the tile counter, my orchid plant, bleached by sunlight. To call it a plant is actually quite generous. At this point, it consists of two weathered leaves and two stale vertical sticks.
I brought it out here to die. I wasn't able to bring myself to murder the plant with one intentional act. I wasn't able to put it in the compost. Or to throw it in the garbageRead More