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?
Sunday, March 14, 2010
once upon a time
There was no way to describe what happened next. Neither of them had any idea before that moment, and it would have been hard to pinpoint the exact spot where the world rearranged itself and sat there waiting for them to wake up into it. All that can be said is that something wonderful happened, and when it was done being surprising it left them with sparkly, new and pleasantly upside-down stomachs, and the morning gradually crept up on them as the change did, so by the time they heard the birdsong and saw each other again in the half-light, they were completely and utterly swept away, breathless, swimming and not missing the air.
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