THE GREENHOUSE

Zine / 2024

In this small and fragile place, we can find a lot of big things, some good and some bad. In a way, this greenhouse is like a relationship, each person plants their flowers in their loved one's greenhouse or lets their loved one’s plant flowers in their own. It must have the ideal conditions to exist, and it must be healthy to survive and thrive, because after all the apple you reap might seem perfect, but you don’t know if it has a worm inside. Sometimes you want to do something good to someone close, someone you love, but at the end of the day you end up being the worm inside that rotten apple, and your wounds become the other's wounds. As you are with someone, flowers bloom and flourish in all kinds of shapes and colours, they cover and fill the greenhouse with joy and happiness, until the day you cut and slash down every single plant and flower, you’re mad, hateful and angry, pain consumes you, and you let everything that once seemed beautiful die. All the hard work goes in vain, and everything, the truth, is naked to your eyes. We were unripe, one more sour than the other, we were silly, so our faiths were already doomed. Your pain leaves scars on the other, she won’t forget, and she won’t forgive you. Until that day things inside this place are beautiful, or at least seem. You have to keep it up 24/7 even if the other isn’t in the mood, unless you start planting new flowers, you start finding new people, people you can love and care about, without ever forgetting the previous, the ones that already died or that moved on, so you end up learning with your mistakes, so the following times your greenhouse will be healthier and fuller of new plants and flowers. If you fuck up, if you cut ferociously those beautiful flowers, you must know and accept that those flowers that once were beautiful will grow in another place, another greenhouse, either alone or accompanied by someone else, and that will make you proud and happy even if your mind tries to make you think the opposite. Love is like fitting a plant in a vase or a glass bottle, it must snuggle each other but at the same time have space to grow, because if love is done correctly it won’t ever stop growing, its rotes will fill every crevice, it’s leafing will be deeper in green and it’s flowers will bloom stronger than ever, and you’ll reap the sweetest moments, leaving behind memories of happiness. The cycle of a relationship will always be the same, you take care of the flower that grows, they give fruits or they either die on you or you let them die, and if that happens they will rotten and you’ll feel sad, they will decompose and you’ll recompose and finally you’ll replant and your new love will grow. I don’t know when someone new will enter this greenhouse, but even if grey days cover the sky, you’ll be protected by thin cracked glass, inside the warmth of my place. We will feel in the dark because I find more about you, we touch the imperfections, find the unknown, let the love grow and reap what we sow. This plant will be fuller because I’ll give myself to you, because love is the thing.