It is mostly summer now. Above me there are skyscrapers, McMansions, slums; scorched swaths of land, parking lots and airport runways where wheat and corn should be. Mouths to feed. I’m underground, surrounded by earth but growing without soil.
There was no urgency to keep me on the surface. I appear in markets as I have for centuries. You can pay digital funds and place me in your reusable bag. Even in a world of virtual reality, nutrition pellets, and lab-grown meat, people still crave the crunch of a salad, just like I can’t shake this nostalgia for the sun.
Packs a punch! Especially that last line.
Wow beautiful, I love this little veggie.
Excellent. What a last line.