Surely the answer to life’s greatest questions must be found in a cucumber. If not there, then where? Fractals of Essence spin through time and space and land on my cutting board. Consumable patterns meeting me again and again throughout my day. Invitations to turn sideways into the light of my life and meet myself again for the first time. Parlour games perhaps. Chosen instead of the business of human living. It seems a good choice at times, I must admit.
