April 13, 2020
It tilts over the edges. One can view the entirety without guilt, without shame. You see it for what it is. The crisp, brown edges, deep inner spaces, soft entrails. Your nose flares at the sight. Image after image passes over your screen. You are there, even though you are here. No distance locks you down. Limitations are extant, but you feel no loss, no lack of coming together. It's the ritual of it that brings you in. All it asks of you is surrender. You give that gladly. It's the thing with sourdough loaves. They give at a distance.