My little tomato’s gone. My little tomato’s not gone.
There, inside, is this inneffable story of the both us, colliding, creating, destroying like two kids stumbling upon a particularly fun toy and never getting enough of the play. The fact that he’s been subjected to destruction 100% more than me doesn’t change this fact :
He now lives inside this huge and unfathomable being he crashed into. Me.
Size people, friends, here are some graphic memories of the terrific storm.