but I think that it’s because I like elephants a little less right now.
Also, my plant is dead.It was fine last night,
and in its second season, as far as I could tell.
Next time, I shall cut a longer section
or maybe not cut one at all.
Just planting, and then watching it grow.
Also, I shall keep a few free to the open air,
to observe the number of cycles before senescence.
I feel a little sad about this; I loved my miraculous wonder-plant.
so beautiful and so unlike anything I have ever grown.
Next time, I shall keep a half dozen.
watching life blossom in real-time is a thing of care, lessons and wonder; sounding low is a thing of normalcy, human-ness, us. you are not a machine propelled by code.
ReplyDeletewhy do you like elephants less?
sorry about your plant. i know how much you like them. i recall an instance when a plant flourished only in your absence and it irked you.
but chillers don't stress - we observe, feel and chill. you're at "feel" so we will see you soon in chill. i know next time you will keep a WHOLE dozen and watch it do what a wonder-plant does in real-time.
tomorrow i dare you to eat your favorite thing with your eyes closed. i know for some ice cream does it. come back and report to the chillers!
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ReplyDeleteI am somewhat distant from elephants now, and the things that made me like them once before, so not being sure how or why I cared for them as much makes their importance recede a little in my mind (but I remain quite fond of them and peripherally aware of their “coolness”).
ReplyDeleteI didn’t eat my favourite thing; or even think to find what it must be, but I did discover Easter eggs littered all over the science quad, gathered them and gorged upon them.
Then I lay on the floor for hours, listening to the building hum, feel asleep, woke up, and then I lay there listening, and looking at the feet of tables and chairs for a few hours more.
Now I need to work and devise ways of stressing bacteria, because it is not enough to be stressed alone.
(at 5 in the morning, comments by this author “mysteriously” delete themselves and leave her very surprised as to how that manages to happen.)
Easter Eggs? I hope they are the yummy marsmallow kind covered in a thin layer of milk chocolate.
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