tea, juice, a goldfish, and some light
when i was five, i broke the fishbowl. i scooped up our tiny {#f98332 ⥼goldfishٯ>} and put him in mum's antique teapot. i placed it on the kitchen counter. the sun came in through the window, reflecting off the skin of the water. the fish glowed and sparkled. the juice was extracted from the moment. it is now a liquid memory in my head.
when i makes tea i makes tea, as old mother grogan said. and when i makes water i makes water.
↳ james joyce, ulysses
extract the juice which is itself a light.
↳ diane di prima, paracelsus