I begin here.  

A spider plant.

It, or its parent or grandparent or what not, once belonged to Lee Krasner in her studio once shared with Jackson Pollock.

Now it is here. And growing. 

I want to document this now. Before it and it’s ever expanding brood take over.

It might be the last thing we ever see and it consumes the apartment like the jungle taking back Kurtz.

The Horror.