Excerpt from ‘Nabelichting’, Chapter 27, Blueberries and Raspberries
Near the kitchen window, in the morning light, I photographed vases full of wilted tulips, wet stigmas proudly in the air. Symbols of both fertility and decay.
A passing neighbour, swollen botox lips, scared spitless by any sign of natural decline, couldn’t share my interest in classic vanity or common deterioration.
“Throw away those sad remains!” she said, and brought me some fresh flowers that very afternoon.