Fruits

When there's little of public interest that happens to you it's hard to write here. So, instead of an account of what happened, I think we should focus on what might have happened. Yesterday I began work on a novella set in an imaginary banana republic governed by an ox of a man known to the peasant population as 'il furiotal' ('the hard block'). 'Il furiotal' was known for his sexual peccadillos throughout the land. He had a penchant for baskets of fruit. He would sit on his throne, a fat hole cut out of the velvet seat, while small servants with thin moustaches fed him grapes through his very own. He would do this for hours while the general population revolted.