Ikebana for Insects
written by: Mitchell Pluto
A timeless continent
Potential mine.
We can call it ikebana for insects.
I know picking the right orchid will be a tough task for a lounge lizard like me who relies on social media.
Everyone wants to dress as Santa and rule the world with his costume.
No one remembers the counterculture of getting lost and being on your own beat.
The rhythms are Vodou and connect to that energy inside your brain.
Black magic rocks on the guitar.
It’s a raga of rebellion.
Jesus, the high rent kills spontaneity around here.
To minimalists, David and Solomon were fictional, anyway.
You can hear the Xerox machine busy making copies for all the copycats in the background.
Who’s the common ancestor?
Officials are warning people near Orange City not to feed or get near the monkeys.
It must be me. I see every post as a sales pitch.
Screens show things and sell things.
Mannequins are everywhere around me.
At the store, the station and the office.
I try to open a face to explore.
Instead, I find a split self controlled by a handheld monolith.
Walking billboards, each displaying their curated image defined by someone else.
But I’ll buy whatever you’re thinking.
Yet I’m disappointed the president isn’t my fan or following my content.
Broken statues speak volumes, but so do living people.
Bibi Aisha was 19 when men held her down while they cut off her nose, ears, and hair.
There is always a spray that can help forge identities on a boxcar filled with coal.
It shows everyone how important we are while waiting at the railroad crossing.
The graffiti passing by said, build something to honor the creator.
It doesn’t get any better than a high fence with barbed wire or a new golf course.
Not everyone in Bristol Bay escapes hardship despite its rich global resources.
Yup’ik, Dena’ina, and Alutiiq are from an ancient source.
But who is interested in a group of Mongolian hunter gatherers?
It wasn’t the same people who put oil pipes under the Great Lakes.
Yes, those were the puppeteers with pipes.
Influencers discovered a huge gold mine in video clips, but they’re not drinking one hundred year old water.
They’re dehydrated, chugging energetic drinks in cans.
Who’s up for helping the soil grow?
Edward Abbey doesn’t care about state burial laws.
A hologram in the air is way cooler than dirt and compost.
Meanwhile, sleeping bats love cool, damp places, the same as cut lilies in a supermarket.
Bats rely on their hearing to navigate, much like a pedestrian glancing at their phone.
A sonic sensor is a perfect choice for discerning photographers while freezing time at one moment.
A single point stops a dynamic line among billions of other lines for a moment.
I believe Nobuyoshi Araki said something to that effect.
I understand; being exceptional and self-important is difficult in the Milky Way.
It’s a world of department stores and mega screens here.
Catch up.
Mockologists are getting ready to spread the joy to Mars.
We need a cheerful and boisterous wake here.
The movement of something in water highlights our unique existence in the universe.
I see myself aging as I scroll through the photos.
This isn’t a still life.
- Ikebana for Insects - May 16, 2025
