When I was a child, my mother’s favourite pastime was to throw flour across the sky


It’s funny how you remember things. Even stoned, I remember that so clearly,

how impressive that quick flour fire was, and how it overshadowed my mother’s

pedestrian use of flour and fire. I always thought of that as an example of

how amazing the world could be when you were focused on one thing at a time.

But in that moment, I was really focused on that fling of that flour across

the sky.

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