“YOU UNPLUG MY INTERNET”

That’s the best graffiti I’ve seen since “This wall sux.” Something I noticed while I was watering: I want to give more to the ones that are thriving. They hold their bigger leaves up higher like they’re succeeding at something I’m not making up. Are they the real ones? This is teaching me about privilege. The trees are releasing many soft things and it’s possible now to forget about fiction and become a fortune teller.