|
|
Dear Wigleaf,
I recently bought myself a pitcher plant. Every time I pass it, I think "You
aren't meant to be here! You should be growing under a jungle canopy."
Unlike my other plants, it feels powerfully like company. It's those little
pitchers. They have personality. I'm so happy to see fruit flies floating in
the pitchers; it feels like something is being accomplished in my house. I
spray the plant every day with distilled water, so it thinks it's in a humid
environment. I expect it to die.
I don't know how to do anything anymore. I can't write more than a few
sentences at a time. I keep coming back here to write a little more to you.
I should write a story about a pitcher plant.
It's sitting in a window looking out at the snow coming down, and it doesn't
know what it is. "We don't have that where I come from," it says.
"It's like humidity, but solid," I tell it.
Take care,
Richard Mirabella
- - -
Read RM's Three Stories.
W i g l e a f
03-18-21
[home]
|
|
|