To the Little Boy in His Dress
The first time I had branzino I was acutely aware it was a distinctly Italian fish.
It was the first time I was conscious of a type of fish being associated with a cuisine. Mostly pattern recognition from many Friday night dinners when I was in elementary school. You don't think sushi with salmon and you don't think quite anything with tuna.
There's something absolutely wonderful about eating on a slightly low table. The knee hitting the table thing is completely worth it. This craftsmanship must really be commended. Beautiful work this woodcraft to expose 5 more inches of torso, finally a good point of view that I couldn't have seen in the mirror. I don't want to know what I think I look like and I absolutely do not want to move one hair around pointlessly like an idiot. Just give me some sparkling water and a lemon.
I don't like sparkling water at all. Can someone please clarify which one was still?
I'll be constraining my jaw between 0-30 degrees at all times. Just so nothing weird can happen. I'm in the camp that a wedding ring comes with an invitation to unhinge your jaw 20 more degrees. Spare me a curtain and forget the sparkling water so I can finally be free.
I remember once sentencing myself to a lifetime of lethargy. My brother called my bullshit on it. I told him that nothing would matter in the future because Greg Heffley promised that a pill would make you fit in 2050. But Sam Sulek told me that the man who likes walking goes further than the man who likes the destination. I made bail!
Va, va marin solitaire
Hisse tes voiles au gré du vent
Aux vents solitaires
Vogue galère
Au souffle des titans (1)
Sometimes I want to go hunting and sometimes I want to set off to sail. If the Currier brother can do it why can't I? I faintly remember reading The Count of Monte Cristo and yearning for a real adventure. I also remember Gulliver traveling to the land of the little people and being tied by them. Maybe that was just a picture. Did I really read it?
Sometimes I wonder how my life would be on the coast of an olive filled land. Rogér Fakhr was really on to something. His backyard must have had an olive tree.
Sometimes little women can really be a bit scary and now I don't want to be a farmer. I wonder how Adam Witten felt when wild boars destroyed his crops. Does he feel odd being in a foreign countryside?
Sometimes I wonder what those fire bending emo people are doing now. What if the mountain lion did eat us all? At least I learned a nice party trick.
Sometimes I wonder if that little boy in the dress was me or him.
You're out of branzino! You sham.
(1) A really wonderful song https://open.spotify.com/track/3juddACmJ9VI4dg4DtCmFB?si=fd12525c406549a1