minus the bread. however this is immaterial; i have ample food for thought. but the box of wine, yes, it is a box. filled with wine, or at least it was. available to please the psyche with no more than the squeeze of a little valve that hurts my thumb, but only a little. never mind that, its cheapness & adequacy are not in question here. i am content.
i took numerous digipics of a pretty candle with translucent wax & blue/green sparklys, in search of an image that maybe could have been a graphic that might have been the source of an inspiration for an actual design for this blog. no luck.
i am wishfully thinking. i would like to be able to write memories like this or explain the circuitous path of growth like this, or, failing these ideals, i would like to connect with random humans in a medium that defines the fundamental interconnectedness of all things.
one outta three ain’t half bad.