Started feeling the cobwebs cloud my inner-landscape. Hormones? Attachment to form? SAD? Don't know. I decided to shake it off with a walk to find yarn. It's that time of the year where I pick up my knitting needles and re-learn how to knit, purl, knit, purl, purl, purl, knit?...oops...unravel that row. As I walked along 104th avenue, I happened to see a bag of bananas in an empty lot amidst paint cans, coffee cups, and wet sweatshirts. There were about 12 in the bag and they were bruised and rather moist, as if they had breathed the humidity lining the bag.
I took this gift to my parents' house and made an assortment of breads and muffins for my family to enjoy (with 4 left over for waffles).
The last few days have been rather mysterious. These gifts are love notes left anonymously on my doorstep, offerings of a sort, that reveal
only the existence of my intangible beloved: no eyes, no ears, no nose, no tongue, no body, no mind.
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