What could very clearly be a great tomato may not be. I am randomly swimming in circles thinking about this. Why worry about the color of brickdust? Watching my tomato makes me very excited and delirious. Two things I try to avoid in my life are stethoscopes and mushrooms. I also can’t bear looking for camping-sites. For some reason it always involves a lot of tension or awkward humor. And nearly every tomato I have tasted lately has caused a terrible illness.
running the whole length of the horizon...