Apologies in advance for obscurity
It can be an affliction, this inability to say things directly. What you love well remains, but not always. Sometimes she leaves, or dies, or becomes a Medusa and you a statuesque casualty of always being the last to know.
What I am ignorant about could fill Alexandria’s stacks. I don’t know how hummingbirds remain aloft, or why oysters are claimed to be an aphrodisiacs.
Sip your kopi luwak while reading Virgil at dawn, and gulp down the salt cod on a saltine at dinner.
The layer cake from the diner is its own salve. I put olive oil and salt in the boiling water before the pasta so it is less likely to cling. How much flour to how many eggs? A puttanesca and baguette then wet the nib of the pen and put another addendum to the obituary. I am a degenerate but not in that.
Everyone rooting for Kissinger to die soon, today even, vouchsafe the great man theory of politics. Metternich is not Goethe. Gert-uh, the smokers outside of Cobb Hall would say.