Sunday, October 16, 2016

Why I Wrote This

a chopped boiled yam

Vanilla - Origin

Messiness, haste, bad posture, hesitation, seclusion, tears.

Ill-health, Ill-will

2 man-handfuls of cashews

Two male humans are conceived. 20 years later, they walk side by side on a path between a river and a mountain, lit by a star. They catch and kill a deer. They sit in a cave on the side of the mountain and eat most of the deer over the next 5 days. Just before dawn on the fifth day, a thunderstorm blows onto the mountain. Surrounded by rain and lightning, a lion attacks one of the men. The other man stabs the lion in the throat and it runs away. The first man bleeds from his left leg. They wrap it with long green leaves. He limps and winces. They walk back on the path to where they came from. They lay on 2 large rocks by the ocean. The sky is bright, the brightest. The air is warm, the most comfortable. They sleep. Four people walk along the beach towards the two men. They all examine each others' faces. They all walk back along the beach. Over the next 4 years, they dig a large hole into the side of hill by the ocean. This is their home now. They eat fish and nuts. They have no children. They die, one by one. 3 thousand years from now, you read this and wonder what it means.



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