THE PLANT The plant sits there. It stares me down each time I try. It doesn't move. It doesn't seem to move. Even when I glance away quickly and then glance back it hasn't moved. Or seems not to have moved. It is uncanny that plants can stand in the same place for a hundred years without moving. Some of these cacti are a hundred and fifty years old. They simply stand and stare at the sky. They stare the old man down. They're older than Him. They don't give a shit. * by Norbert Ruebsaat