An Archive of Weeds from One Bed
Autumn is the season of the weed. I pulled out and killed a bed of weeds. In this short encounter, every weed became a special weed, akin to how the little prince’s rose is different from any other roses. The time I spent with each weed makes each one different from each other.
I created an archive of all the weeds I pulled out that day. After three months, the weeds I discarded in my backyard slowly transformed into compost.
I created an archive of all the weeds I pulled out that day. After three months, the weeds I discarded in my backyard slowly transformed into compost.
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