Maximilien Marie Isidore Robespierre (rabid_lamb) wrote in mourir_libre,
Maximilien Marie Isidore Robespierre

The one great advantage of this new era in which one finds oneself is, unquestionably, the riot of fruit that comes packed in truckloads-- shipped, one imagines, from Africa and the Indies. All winter long, the glow of pebbled oranges. The papery rind, and then the pulp: sweet, if one could eat it. Though I can't, of course. Eat it, I mean. In the yellow light of all these supermarché sections I go wandering, almost, at times, hungry...
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