My Son Eats A Salad (Orlando, June 12, 2016)
He calls it a vegan grief binge: a whole head of lettuce dismembered leaves bodies strewn under disco lights. What music was playing? ED? Indie? Whimsy? Nothing whimsical about this day. He chops cucumbers, carrots; adds almonds for protein, mint for the taste of tears. Across the field, cows yawn in the barn, lazy as they approach the robot milkers…. Read more →