in nobody's eyes but mine.
i fall in love with the strangest things at the strangest times.
today it was a container of strawberries sitting on the counter- nothing special, just an ugly, vaguely rectangular shape with slits in it, straight from some grocery store shelf. but it was what this humble manufactured thing held INSIDE it that was so captivating.
strawberries! strawberries like i swear i've never seen before. strawberries in a hue so perfectly red, like primary red, like fire-engine red, like candy-wrapper red. strawberries with tiny tassles, little sharp slashes of verdant contrast to the beautiful pregnant shape of the fruit, studded with golden plant-embryos like stars. it's funny, you know, how you can never feel them or taste them when the sweet strawberry bombs burst in your mouth and you can practically taste independence day- but these! these were not the same explodingly STRAWBERRY strawberries like the ones on your grandma's famous cheesecake, no. underneath the perfectly plastic shell, they were just at the event horizon of ripeness, teetering between sour and sweet until your brain and tongue were so beguiled that they simply gave up trying to make sense of it and melted into bittersweet bliss, like goodbye tears or hello tears, like doors closing or doors being opened and you being ushered in regardless of the door's state, like the last dying days of summer or the first blossoming days of spring. because life hurts you like that, and things remind you of other things which lead you to still other remembrances going back and back until YOU were a fetus like those sweet strawberryseeds currently passing through your digestive system, fueling you with their no-longer-seductive-promises. and you will go, thinking of strawberries.
//LATER:
i'm not even gonna try to edit this. it's too bizarre.
today it was a container of strawberries sitting on the counter- nothing special, just an ugly, vaguely rectangular shape with slits in it, straight from some grocery store shelf. but it was what this humble manufactured thing held INSIDE it that was so captivating.
strawberries! strawberries like i swear i've never seen before. strawberries in a hue so perfectly red, like primary red, like fire-engine red, like candy-wrapper red. strawberries with tiny tassles, little sharp slashes of verdant contrast to the beautiful pregnant shape of the fruit, studded with golden plant-embryos like stars. it's funny, you know, how you can never feel them or taste them when the sweet strawberry bombs burst in your mouth and you can practically taste independence day- but these! these were not the same explodingly STRAWBERRY strawberries like the ones on your grandma's famous cheesecake, no. underneath the perfectly plastic shell, they were just at the event horizon of ripeness, teetering between sour and sweet until your brain and tongue were so beguiled that they simply gave up trying to make sense of it and melted into bittersweet bliss, like goodbye tears or hello tears, like doors closing or doors being opened and you being ushered in regardless of the door's state, like the last dying days of summer or the first blossoming days of spring. because life hurts you like that, and things remind you of other things which lead you to still other remembrances going back and back until YOU were a fetus like those sweet strawberryseeds currently passing through your digestive system, fueling you with their no-longer-seductive-promises. and you will go, thinking of strawberries.
//LATER:
i'm not even gonna try to edit this. it's too bizarre.