Death, thee i call rich beyond wishing if this thou catch, else missing
now that the summer is coming to an end, and i should be packing for to move again, navel gazing presents itself as an attractive pastime. more so than usual.
i finally finished work and slept in both days that i didn't have to be at the market bright and ridiculously early. i really enjoyed working there, just because i never once hated myself for what i was doing, which is important. and the humble position of "everybody's salad bitch" was a good exercise in stifling my natural arrogance. so all in all, it was great. however, i only observed this summer how much food we actually consume. it's humbling, shocking, disgusting and depressing that in a small city like london, at a small produce stand, the vegetable turnover rate is so high. it's hard not to think of starving millions while rich people are snapping up arugula left, right and centre. hey, i really like arugula, but still.
other than that, this has been a simply amazing summer. it's incredible how much little things make us grow, and how easy it is to forget old wounds when you're actually living.
what clouds do or silently flowers resembles beauty less than some things. although what clouds and silently flowers do is still achingly beautiful. and i don't know if i would appreciate what they do as fully if some things were not more beautiful. in fact, i'm pretty sure i wouldn't. what made the long winter beautiful?
i finally finished work and slept in both days that i didn't have to be at the market bright and ridiculously early. i really enjoyed working there, just because i never once hated myself for what i was doing, which is important. and the humble position of "everybody's salad bitch" was a good exercise in stifling my natural arrogance. so all in all, it was great. however, i only observed this summer how much food we actually consume. it's humbling, shocking, disgusting and depressing that in a small city like london, at a small produce stand, the vegetable turnover rate is so high. it's hard not to think of starving millions while rich people are snapping up arugula left, right and centre. hey, i really like arugula, but still.
other than that, this has been a simply amazing summer. it's incredible how much little things make us grow, and how easy it is to forget old wounds when you're actually living.
what clouds do or silently flowers resembles beauty less than some things. although what clouds and silently flowers do is still achingly beautiful. and i don't know if i would appreciate what they do as fully if some things were not more beautiful. in fact, i'm pretty sure i wouldn't. what made the long winter beautiful?