It's spring—well, it is here in Tel Aviv—which means, for a little while at least, things are in bloom. There are plenty of flowers here in the winter too, since that season is basically three-months of March-like weather, but springtime brings out a different range of bright, delicate species. By summer, it will be so hot, they'll all wither away. I've been thinking about flowers a lot lately, their ecstatics, the suggestion of our sexuality, the suddenness or slowness of th