On Being A Cactus
When I was 17 I asked my mum if I could be a cactus. I told her it was all I wanted. She said you know I love you but are you sure you want this. I said yes. I am now 22. I have been a cactus for 5 years. I think people underestimate the power of choice. A lot of the time I regret choices I have made but then I think fuck, I made this so I will make this.
