2004-09-06 - 11:52 a.m.

I am hier in de Nederlands.

There stood the coconut: scintillating in radiance, spherical like the heavens, its exterior danced to my retinas in an aurora borealis of streaming light-waves, a mere frequency among the visible light spectrum that now sang to me in softened brown hues. Our odyssey began that day, amidst the blinding artificial light that illumines supermarket aisles across the globe. Sweetened juice drinks vied for my attention, crackers with larger-than-life proportions crooned to be munched, dairy products did their best to impress me with their nutrient levels and statistical readings of the benefits of milk-drinking during adolescence; somehow, in the middle of this gigantic freakshow, the coconut’s simple melody dazzled my ears – ears that thirsted for any bit of life and truth and joy available in the sea of plastic and factory-sealed food products. I waded through that sea, beckoned by the Circe call of this coconut temptress.