Can squash be art?
Is zucchini life...
One is a question, the other a metaphor.
But, here I am (was, it is all so existential) walking through the Hollywood Farmers Market looking for inspiration for this week's Market Matters. I see a golden glow. I think. What can that golden glow be? I push my way through the crowd (why do they always put the "free" samples right in front of the golden glow?)
Everyone thinks I am in line to taste yet another lovely strawberry. But no, I am drawn towards the light.
The lovely golden light. The light that speaks of harps and angels.
Is this my moment?
Should I head TOWARDS THE LIGHT?
Oh... but, I'm too young to die. I have too much living to do. Too much to say. Too much to feel. Too many places to go.
Oh, but the light. The light! I wish this woman, who is licking each strawberry clean before feeding it to her toddler, would get a move on. The light! is calling me.
I am resigned. Wherever the light! takes me. I shall follow…





