There he stood, Simon Favela outside in the rain, looking up to clouds with no expectation of bread. None at all. He had hunger but bread didn’t fall when clouds rolled with rain. Bread only fell on clear days into arms and baskets of people who lived only on bread. Good bread and vital.
I read that story as a parable about climate change, but other interpretations are, I think, swirling around in my head as well. That aside, a nice story nicely rendered. Thanks for keeping us thinking.
And if any of that bread is in the form of churros, I want to teleport to your imagination.
I like the world where bread falls instead of water and you can throw it back up and the breeze catches it and carries it into the sky. Among other things it makes our own world a little less fixed.
I savor the word "Plenitude". That word seldom rains down. on paper. Real or imagined, plenitude satisfies. I try not to get my plenitude muddies with wet dirt or anything else for that matter.
Dr. Seuss meets The Tragedy of the Commons. This little story packs a cautionary punch that, sadly, does not get seen by those who need to see. And the visuals, oh my! Well done.
I think it's a beautiful analogy... Bread is life and I am responsible for keeping it clean to avoid sharing it with dirt and the smell of motor oil. I liked it a lot!
I read that story as a parable about climate change, but other interpretations are, I think, swirling around in my head as well. That aside, a nice story nicely rendered. Thanks for keeping us thinking.
And if any of that bread is in the form of churros, I want to teleport to your imagination.
I like the world where bread falls instead of water and you can throw it back up and the breeze catches it and carries it into the sky. Among other things it makes our own world a little less fixed.
Great piece made even stronger by the truncated cadence of speech
I savor the word "Plenitude". That word seldom rains down. on paper. Real or imagined, plenitude satisfies. I try not to get my plenitude muddies with wet dirt or anything else for that matter.
Keep impulsing, Victor!
Dr. Seuss meets The Tragedy of the Commons. This little story packs a cautionary punch that, sadly, does not get seen by those who need to see. And the visuals, oh my! Well done.
I think it's a beautiful analogy... Bread is life and I am responsible for keeping it clean to avoid sharing it with dirt and the smell of motor oil. I liked it a lot!