As ever, everything begin with trivial details. Here, leaves are falling out of season; further, a ivy is colonizing such display window; there, a young shoot is cracking out the kerb. By weak habit, the spirit puts up with those aggressions. The threat is now more pressing: pylons are scorned, houses ridiculed, the concrete broken up. Some vegetables, with pure anarchical provocation, maintain the increasing deployment of equivocal forms…Others develop new diseases, preferring the death to the possible submission. Those chlorophyll perversions torment our civilization. And our laxity throws us to the dawn of time, into the original jungle, dense carboniferous chaos.