Sara Q. McPherson, Baroness of the Internet, breeder of unicorns and robots, sent me a sort of fruit-basket, comprised of
“…lemons and guallavas, carved with my x-acto knife into curmudgeonly facial expressions, in various states of decay. I am convinced that, if my brain (and/or soul/personality/sense of self) were to be represented with a festive, seasonal cornucopia-based holiday centerpiece, it would be overflowing with bountiful heaps of partially rotten fruit-heads. Perhaps you can identify with this? Anyway, the oldest was carved two weeks ago and the most recent was perhaps ten minutes ago.”
In case you’re curious, I can confirm now that rotten fruit is difficult on the stomach whether or not it has been anthropomorphized. Nevertheless, thank you, Sara!
