Sublime

would choke these things down with the same worried expression as a dog who’s been given a carrot.

And, although I love hearing about other people’s radical happiness projects, such as Henry David Thoreau moving to Walden Pond or Elizabeth Gilbert traveling to Indonesia, I’d aimed to find more happiness within my daily routine. I’m not an adventurous soul—I eat the same food every day and rarely stray from my neighborhood, and my idea of living

Luxuries are for other people.

Was this my punishment? To live the reality of my dream and find out that its glittering beauty faded to nothing when I stepped close?

It had never before occurred to me that sometimes dishes weren’t just dishes, that things could represent ideas in more powerful ways than the ideas themselves.