“The world is upside down,” the woman ultimately declared, shaking her head. Because there is, as any child in my school would tell you, no upside down when it comes to the world. And plants have their own way of engaging with the world, growing and spreading and flowering at a pace and speed beyond our comprehension. A snail and its means of negotiating the world is our go-to for all things sluggish, ethargic, undirected and insignificant. Then again, maybe they figured out the lawlessness of the world a long time ago and are waiting for us to catch up.
