post the hundred-sixty-fourth, 2013

tiny bowls.

this is the sort of thing that fascinates me, intrigues me, compels me, pulls me in. if this were a person, i would flirt with it. that is how attractive it is to me. tiny bowls. tiny bowls filled with tiny ingredients. ee wee ickle wickle bowls.

i want to touch them and move them, rearrange them so they can talk to each other. i want to make little zooming noises while i push them around. mmmzzoooummmm mmmmzzzoooouuuummmmmmm..... zouuum. hello. hello sugar. hello raisinetta. hello almondine. hello. hello to you and you and you.

i want to put them in one formation then move them to another formation. single file then a triangle then around and around chasing their collective tail.

zouummm....

i want to touch them. i want to feel their smoothness and their weight. i want to gently tap-tap on the ingredients and see if they will budge or if they are attached together. i want to feel their cool porcelain outsides and their rough ingredient insides.

zouummm....

i want to touch them.

i want to move them around.

zouummm....

but most of all, i want to put them in my pocket and have them for my very own, so that i can take them out and play with them anytime i want.

zouummm....

it's a good thing they keep those little angels behind the glass. that's all i am saying.






zouummm... zzzzoooouuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmm........