Spilled Milk
and Root Rot

This archive began the way most collapses do: quietly, and without permission. A mother, several houseplants, and one particularly unravelled Tuesday. What started as a way to keep something alive slowly became a record of everything that wasn’t.

The plants kept growing. She kept documenting. Nobody has fully recovered. Every page since has been an attempt to make sense of the wreckage, one root, one relic, one ruined nap schedule at a time.

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