rejoice
Monday, October 22nd, 2007In the wonder of old songs, ones you've forgotten or written off as dated or trite. How they comfort you in certain lonely moments. How they dig up old wounds and then gently, lovingly, lick them clean.
In the wonder of old songs, ones you've forgotten or written off as dated or trite. How they comfort you in certain lonely moments. How they dig up old wounds and then gently, lovingly, lick them clean.
I am beginning to understand cooking as a dark art that can perfect or destroy both diner and cook. As a result, I have come to understand how impure my motives have been, how I have cooked for some to seduce or compel admiration, and how I have waged war on others with what I have made.