I wonder what this common office cactus must be thinking.
It's designed to survive in the harshest, hottest climates on Earth.
With a stem that allows the storage of water through long periods of drought.
A waxy coating that prevents the loss of moisture in arid conditions.
And prickly spines that deter coyotes and other desert dwellers from attack.
Yet here it resides, reduced to a domesticated trinket in a tiny clay pot on a decorative bookshelf in the reception area of a hipster office in Dumbo Brooklyn.
New York is the city of immigrants. But somehow I imagine this poor cactus is just a little homesick for the unforgiving, unhumidified, ungentrified high desert of the Mojave.