In case anyone is wondering how “Phoenix” (the plant I tried to save) is doing, let me give you an update:

A short while after I left New York, Phoenix leapt out of the personalized mug, off the windowsill, and into a cat box full of litter. It was discovered long after its demise.

I refuse to take this as a sign.

I have renamed that asshole plant “Kamikaze”.

What was I thinking identifying with a stupid plant anyway? I have never had roots.

I am, and shall always be a seed in the wind.