Herbarium
Herbarium Hitchhiking in the dark could not have been as shocking as they say. Traveling from garden to garden. The passenger takes out his book of fragrances and twirls on this road show. Old nightingales perch on his arms as he compresses the tears shed for those souls whose faces begin to disappear against the colorless glass of so many years. The traveler opens the book crying, and the footloose fragrances initiate their dance as he stares out the window at the city lights.