Epipremnum aureum, devil\'s ivy, or (somewhat erroneously) Pothos is not special.
It is a raw and nebulous exploration of mourning, care and domesticity, and the way in which the small background sentience of plants can (maybe) tell us something about our own growth..
Hovering somewhere between memoir, prose poetry and essay, Pothos examines the condition of being alternately infuriated, bored, and overwhelmed by grief - its mutability, its opacity, its refusals.
In Pothos , Campbell traces a polyvocal narrative of loss, absent presence, and queer homemaking through a poetics of attention and an engagement with texts, art, music, and the occasional hologram.
But in the aftermath of unexpected death, an impossible-to-kill houseplant might have something to say about keeping going.
It is not symbolically useful, it is not rare, it is not hard to grow or care for.
Epipremnum aureum, devil\'s ivy, or (somewhat erroneously) Pothos is not special
