I killed a cactus today, such a weird and unlucky plant who must have had dreams of a desert, a heavenly dry place at some point in its miserable, wet life. A cactus that migrated to a farm in the North where people used to water the plants every day, but too much water will kill you if you were a cactus, my friend. Its spines and needles warned them all, but still, they poured the water tall, until one day, it wilted away,