So why mangoes? you may well ask.
This is my dream: a mango tree within reach of my balcony; abundant, sensuous pleasure; sunny, sweet fruit and the flowering of my creative life in profusion. This is a dream of wealth shared, spent lovingly on you. Taste a mango, celebrate a windfall, and feel good. Leave the seed somewhere else to grow, and pass on. We are the agents of seed dispersal. What good is changing the world if you don't enjoy it? And what is enjoyment if it doesn't change the world?
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
... and it's raining
Who doesn't need a personal laminator?
It seems appropriate that today, given inclement meteorological phenomena, my task should be waterproofing pieces of paper. Much more practical than writing poetry about how the slippery ooze reflects my inner state.
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