Tuesday, August 21, 2012

fishy thinking


the heart always, always craves for sushi. like some primitive yearning for fish and rice and an unfragmented simplicity of food that makes the same intense amount of sense to the eyes, the tongue, the belly and the heart, all at once. wish to move to japan for a while, work at a wwoof farm, eat only japanese. when do these kind of dreams come true?



salmon sushi, although what i like most about it must be the tangy rice, and the wasabi

wouldn't have imagined these would be so good, but the veggie in my heart went a bit woohoo when these went in

because coffee goes well with everything, even a faulty phone camera

Monday, August 20, 2012

fallen

pomees from the baari

They fell, but not alone. I was going to pick one up for you, but they didn't belong to either of us. Their bellies, home already, for worms. I would have cursed my luck, but then to realise how sweet it must be for the worms. How sweet, indeed, for those worms.