a calm weather, and sun. rêve parfait d'un après-midi tempéré et lent. absent, the lusty tyrants of an unmasked heaven– absent, the drowning and bloated night. bread sits soundly on the otherwise cool tile of the countertop, a knife alongside of it, crumbs littering their small environment, it is radiating the mysterious heat of bread. chimes outside, and everything in the world breathing together and separately