
What if you could grow hearts in the ground, or even in pots for the city-dweller. What if you could grow hearts and they came from seeds the shape of shoes and you had to water them and they hung from a vine like paper birds, all sunken and unfolded. What if when the hearts were ripe, you could pick as many or as few as you wanted and the moment they are plucked from the vine they turned into little fires but they didn’t burn in your hand. What if they burned but you couldn’t feel any heat and [...]