Matthias Schade's flowers are "hanging" in the empty room, no soil, no nature, pure as we haven't seem them yet.
If you think of parasites, there are probably two words that won’t come to mind. One is romance; the other is Christmas. If someone told you that he had fleas or a tapeworm, your first reaction probably wouldn’t be to kiss him or to put on the Christmas tunes. But if he brought you a parasite that grows on apple trees, the humble mistletoe, then you probably would.