consumption as a generative ACT IV – Rot (cover seeds with more soil) Most of the seeds we plant will rot and die before they bear fruit. So, is it still worth the labour of loving? What happens when a relationship breaks apart like a seed husk, and it reveals the stench of neglect? All that once sweetness has fermented into something poisonous, and bitter, and putrid. Compassion has become resentment. The love you spoke with ease is now imprecise and messy and rotten to filth. What does it mean to be consumed by time? All we have is all we have, and we don't have a lot. Not enough time, not enough knowledge, not enough patience, not enough resources, not enough energy, not enough experience. And yet we are here, planting seeds which may grow tall, or most likely will rot in the soil long before they emerge, because we have no other choice.