They come easily, as in a dream. I tend to them carefully, reflect on them and follow their growth. If they take on shapes and directions I don’t appreciate, I’m not afraid of ceasing to nourish them, to let them perish. But always with a melancholy regret for the demise of a possibility.
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2007)
Originally published in German, where the Archidee/Orchidee (archidea/orchid) pun works perfectly, at Ultrakurzgeschichten. Translated by myself.