Bird Flying, I’m Walking

On empathy, liquorice, birds, and when leaves fall

Dwelling on empathy a lot these days, dwelling on kindness and goodness and usefulness too. I don't necessarily believe that the amount of dwelling I'm doing is either good or useful.

I have just consumed two sticks of black liquorice which, if you didn't know, leaves your saliva a greyish-black, as if you are turning bad, or at very least quite mouldy, from the deepest inside. My lips also maintain that small amount of glueishness to them, jaw sides aching slightly from the unexpected (and no doubt entirely unappreciated) glucose exploit. But it seemed important that I eat them; the correct introductory dish before I go and make a salad with grated beetroot, cucumber, carrot, apple, etc.—we have to use those things up, you see, they’ve waited too long.