eating potatoes apparently is inauspicious on a tuesday. good thing I didn’t actually eat all of these potatoes, or any potatoes at all for that matter! this particularly large pile of potatoes in my cupboard has no hope of escaping, at least I hope this pile has no feelings at all. have courage, oh pile of potatoes, for knowing myself you will remain here for quite awhile longer in the darkness. you will sprout countless eyes, searching for a way out, a meaningful existence, but it will ever come. days, then weeks, perhaps months will pass and you will remain. then you will wither. then I will finally grant your release but only to the trash can. a terrible waste i know, to grow with high expectations only to be discarded without fulfilling your purpose. I admire your courage.