2021-09-22 / 2:25 p.m.
The sunflowers grew to twice my height this year. After a while we stopped counting because it seemed like they'd never quit. They pointed toward the house, swaying drunkenly with all the confidence of a man who's had three whiskeys, a man who's never been told no. Yesterday we cut them down. Chopped the stalks and planted them in different coloured vases, delivering them to different rooms, different neighbours.