
By Tom Hoggins
16 Feb 2009
Telegraph UK
In a dark, damp city apartment, a single golden flower stands wilted in a pot by the window. On the other side of the glass, tall, black tower blocks blot the skyline, while the incessant whirr of an extractor fan is the only sound breaking through the silence.
The flower, like many of us, has a dream. A dream to leave the monotony of daily life and fly high beyond the city, over the stream of passing cars, their lights blurring into one mess of yellow and red; out to lush green fields and the open air....