Seeds

Fear isn't fertile.

Nature at Dawn (1938) by Max Ernst

These small people are also babies, so when I ask them open-ended questions they feel trapped, pressured to create some direction out of a void, expected to have a vision, pushed to form a cheerful shape.

I know how that feels. I was a radish in a field of corn, blamed for being a radish, blamed for imitating daisies, b…