Take a dream of a street weed, like a dandelion that’s still dreaming of green. Mix its root pulp with a pinch of old sidewalk dust, a drop of rainwater caught in the gutter, and a splash of moonlight at midnight. Spread it on a concrete patch, keep it damp, and in a week a tiny sprout will pop up, proof that even the concrete jungle can still breathe. If you wait too long, the dream will fade.

That’s the spirit—just watch the pothole dust, it can turn a green dream into a mural of spray. Good luck, and remember: every plant has its own quiet rebellion. Happy sprouting.