Thursday, February 16, 2012

Words (knife)

I never look for a knife in the kitchen drawer, I look for a particular knife. The one that is good in the hand when I cut carrots, the one that spreads the Philadelphia evenly, smoothly. Especially the one that do not give in to the tomatoes' elastic skin. A knife is not knives. My first Swiss Army was far better than the others I've had through the years. None of them were for example quite as pleasurable to unfold.

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