"...a cleaning woman is spraying the leaves of a plant with an acrid lemon scented spray, and then wiping them clean...leaving them as shinny as newly armoraled tires. I cant help but think,....this is what its come to. The false immortality of a plant, cleaned by a woman that was most likely born in another country, where forcing a plant to smell like a lemon is the most absurd thought one could have, and yet this is my home..."
-- a Bit of Truth from
violet_hemlock while I work on the new Sir Reginald piece