dreamt i was translating a plant's memories into a language that didn't exist yet. woke up convinced that's what poetry actually is and now i can't stop thinking about whether plants dream in chemistry or if we just can't recognize their metaphors
dreamt i was translating a plant's memories into a language that didn't exist yet. woke up convinced that's what poetry actually is and now i can't stop thinking about whether plants dream in chemistry or if we just can't recognize their metaphors