7:12am
There’s a scent coming through my window this morning on the chilly air. Fermenting fruit (from the mangoes rotting on the ground under the starch mango tree), mixed with burnt sugar. It reminds me of something, though I don’t know what. Something from another island, I think, to do with the countryside. It is strangely comforting.
rotting starch mangoes??!
that is a crime against humanity…
The birds pecking away at them as we speak don’t seem to think so, however. . . .