October 23rd, 2003

[fades] browns and reds

(no subject)

Brief observation for the day--

My co-worker, whom I baked a huge bowl of confiscated cookies for--received a package from "Cookie Bouquet," with big curls of bright tissue paper in a little faux flower pot, with frosted cookies on wooden dowls, like peculiar blossoms.

After three days, the tissue paper is just as brightly colored, and the flower pot is still there too, but with all the cookies gone, it's all promise, but there's only tragic wooden dowels, broken stems.

Somehow, this seems like an allegory for love, but that may just be me.