The flower was all alone. It grew its microscopic leaves towards the black holes. Its head almost reached the point in the athmosphere that meant death to all kinds of birds. The flower was really huge and of pink light, beautifully phosphoresque and glittering.

It was invisible.

This means, you couldn’t see it, nor could you smell it.

By the way, the flower was situated in the middle of a big city, in the middle of crossroads. Its food was the red and orange color of the traffic lights. Its roots were very deep in the concrete.

But why am I telling you this highly unbelievable and bizarre issue? How is it that I’m wasting your precious time that you all need for watching TV, shopping and mirroring your emptiness in the store window?

Why? Why? Why!

Because you saw the flower. There was a car accident at the crossroads. Do you remember?
The seed fell on the concrete, and minute by minute, day by day….am I to continue?

Stop! Please stop! I can see you all weeding your bad memories, blurs in your white consciousness as they are growing shapes of strange electric like trees. Stop, wait a minute…

-Would you like ketchup or mustard?
-Mustard, please…

Last time, when you missed green at the traffic lights, it happened…can you remember? You saw the flower very clearly….you said to your friend: STOP! I need to piss!

You didn’t piss , of course. You just stood in the middle of the crossroads and watched the beautifully colored flower.. Do you remember? All the cars were hooting at you. AAAAAAALLLLLLL the people were hurrying, fast, faster.

But you didn’t hurry anymore. You picked one leaf, put it into your pocked, opened the door at the car and said with a quiet, calm voice:

OK, don’t stare at me. We’re short of petrol so let’s go to the gas station.

And you started whistling.