
Future of flowers collection.
THE HOUSE
“The House is Haunted, That house there.
The House is Haunted, Look at his Glare.
The House is haunted, He’s not very fair.”
THE YARD
“The yard is more than a place where weeds grow, your bins stew and your bike rusts. It’s a place of commune. where the birds chirp, the plants flourish and the animals come together in harmony, human and fox alike.”
THE ESTATE
“I live above you but don’t know your name,
I see you with your shopping but don’t give you a hand.
We walk the same way and we shop at the same places,
But these social norms got me anxious and paranoid about the faces.
I take my headphones off when I pass you,
In hope of interaction, I make eye contact but pass swiftly.
Your stature and bag drooped eyes command respect,
Your shopping pulls your already hunched back lower to the ground.
Are we neighbours?”