This is Cory. I met him last night on my way to a play at a theater by my guerrilla garden. My life changed dramatically a few months ago and I hadn’t seen the garden since then. It was an absolute mess, despite my efforts to ensure its ongoing care. I was freshly showered and dressed up yet found myself with dirt under my nails, fixing things. Cory came by. He said, “Is that spearmint I smell?” We got to talking. He left with a handful of kale. The garden mattered again — I mattered — if just for a night.