I have a plant that is suspended in the twilight between life and death. The annoying thing is that this has been going on for some time. I want to throw it away and rid myself of the bad feng shui generated by its drooping husk. On the other hand, I cannot bring myself to discard something that clings to life with such tenacity.
Besides, it is stuck in its pot.
A few weeks ago, I would have used this as an allegory for my novel, but I have actually been making some progress lately. I suspect I will get through this yet, but I make no guarantees about the plant.
