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Broccoli

In last weekend’s great unraveling, I lost my broccoli post. I later received threatening emails (from a friend) demanding that I return it to its rightful place so that she and the farmer/radical types she’s fallen in with could see it whenever they wanted. I lost the original text - which was edited and a better piece of writing, but the images are all the same. So HERE:

The same thing happens every morning. I head out to work full of inspiration. I usually ride my bike – so as it is, I’m riding through the city streets watching the golden light of early morning reflect softly off buildings and glass, admiring shadows stretching westward, flocks of pigeons circling and roosting on ornate ledges. In my mind I promise myself that I’ll wake up early some weekend morning and catch the light of early morning while I actually have the time to cultivate it.

I imagine what might keep me going through the day and my mind forms stories I want to write, observations I want to explain, ideas I want to share. I leave for work with my mind full of things and then, disturbingly, I have to work.

Now I understand the importance of offering a service to society so as to contribute to the upkeep and maintenance of that society – but the whole drudgery of it is really starting to grate on my nerves.

But that’s where I stopped… that thought will not be expanded today.

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Yesterday afternoon on my way home from work I found a full-size dumpster overflowing with broccoli. It was the most amazing thing I’ve seen this year. There’s something incredible about stumbling across several thousand pounds of discarded broccoli. Why is it there? How did it get there? Who made the decision to throw it out?

With these things running through my head I cursed myself for not having brought my camera.. This morning, I made a point to leave a few minutes early, in the hopes that the broccoli would still be there. It was.