A faceless man once plucked a flower growing from the dust by the roadside.
He brushed her off and found her very appealing, so he put her in his pocket and carried her home. But, convinced of his superiority, he did not hear her tiny voice.
Some time went by, and while he watered her and gave her sugar to keep her alive, her scent began to fade away. He was too busy with his own pursuits of self involvement to notice the day to day changes, until one day she finally let her head drop in exhaustion.
He asked, "What has happened to you?"
She merely sobbed quietly, in a voice he could not hear.
More time passed, and soon he discarded her as he did not learn to listen to her voice, and he was too busy to do so anyway.
She finally came to rest at the top of a hill in a landfill, her petals now transformed and only a bit of her former strength left.
As she withered away in the sun, her children were born and carried by the wind to the roadsides of the world.
