Bossy is going to tell you about her dream because people love when you do that. Okay. It took place last night. In the dream, Bossy got a puppy. But not just any puppy, it was a cross between a daddy longlegs spider and a stick figure drawn by an embryo: Bossy soon realized that…
This Christmas Cactus. It was given to Bossy at this time last year, in full bloom. The plant was stuck in a prominent place in Bossy’s apartment and subsequently ignored, collecting dust through three seasons. And now it’s blooming again. Bossy hopes it’s symbolic.
Resilience. Here trees grow from a slice of conduit halfway up a hopeless concrete monolith along Manhattan train tracks.