Dry, dead leaves are called litter.
When I first discovered this, I felt the sweet sensation of a definition akin to that of a litter of puppies or kittens. Sweet and soft and new. And then a cloud quickly formed over my brow upon the realization that litter also meant trash and that’s sorta how life goes sometimes, isn’t it? We make of it what we decide — what we define to be litter or define to be litter.
What you cannot feel you cannot take care of. Newsprint and ficus lyrata litter. 2020.