I've had this philodendron for over 30 years. It sits in a dark corner, needs about a cup of water every week and never complains. The roots wind around the old plastic pot as if in a dance. Periodically it drops a magnificently browned leave from its core. The stems are marked by the passing leaves with great sculptural detail. Then, in the Spring (how does it know?) it sends out a shiny new leaf that points straight to the sky. The texture is almost liquid, the color is from another planet of green. Time to wake up, smell the rain and reconfigure.