Find of the day – the poetry of small things

The North Remembers

Konstanz lies in Westeros: discovered yesterday at Agip gas station

Still Life

Sometimes junk looks like a still life from an old master.

Hm

(Sums up pretty much my attempts to understand this crazy thing called life)

When you´ve finally managed to get to the supermarket after a hellish long day, sulking at first because your favorite sushi is (naturally) sold out at this hour – and then you stumble over salak. Resembling the scaly skin of a snake on the outside (therefore also called snake fruit), a garlic bulb on the inside, they taste like a mixture of not quite ripe hazelnuts and pears.

I‘m absolutely crazy about them and I even mentioned salak in my «Fire Island» novel. Usually, they‘re nearly impossible to get around here – but: Salak. Today. In the small supermarket around the corner.