A palate cleanser for last week’s heavy post because life is fatty with feeling but if you eat too much organ meat you’ll get gout. A tiny, two-bite dollop of sorbet between courses will prevent one flavor from sullying the subsequent. What is the sorbet for remembering more than we wish, or more than is wise?
I loved this, climbing the top of the mast of a family legacy, a silo overlooking a sea of grass, to get your bearings and plot a course through a mass of ideas, the images of what it's like to assemble them is awesome, yes like mashing together fingers back into a hand, looking for escape to sea itself.
I loved this, climbing the top of the mast of a family legacy, a silo overlooking a sea of grass, to get your bearings and plot a course through a mass of ideas, the images of what it's like to assemble them is awesome, yes like mashing together fingers back into a hand, looking for escape to sea itself.
Oh wow, your comment is a poem in itself, i love it!! Thank you!
This feels like a Zen proverb or something, love it:
Juan was amazed one day when I said “wind is silent until it is obstructed.”
“Aren’t we all?” I can hear him say.
Oh wow, it does! I wouldn't have noticed that had you not excised it - thanks for sharing that!