The Cactus

Silent Judge

The Cactus

It doesn't speak. It doesn't move. But somehow, sitting across from this small potted cactus, you feel completely understood — and found wanting.

A terracotta pot on a windowsill. One dried flower it has never let go of. And a narrator quietly, fondly convinced that it has opinions about your third coffee of the day. It is not judging you. That's just how it looks when it's processing.