My succulents are still growing. Quite well in fact. But my mint is ailing, and my strawberry has long since dropped its lone berry and started to droop downward. I took an agave cutting from the plant in our complex's  'garden'  (it is mostly concrete), and it is going well, but I have now realised that agave do nothing for me. They are just.. green. No flowers. No scent. Just, green.

Sometimes, you just have to admit defeat. There is no point trying to grow flowers, or other nice things (herbs? heroin?? I don't know), when you live on the top-floor of a UV-loving building with two flower-loving rabbits.

But, aside from the violent neighbours, and the kids injectign drugs in our garage, one of the good things about our street is that lots of old people live in it. Old people, who have nothing better to do with their time than grow flowers and yell abuse at passers-by.

I like to imagine that I will be just like those old people, someday.


Until that day, I'll just mumble things under my breath as people pass me by, and take pictures of the flowers, hoping that one day I'll be able to grow something half as lovely.


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