Nothing is normal, normal is nothing.
Aux antipodes du paysage (1946) by Max Ernst
You’ll need a lot to keep facing forward. You’ll need tall flowers with strong spines that know it really doesn’t matter, it doesn’t fucking matter at all in the big scheme of things. Set aside the human cost, the flowers say, and it’s pretty goddamn okay, maybe now humans will notice that they’re mortal, mayb…