Dream Scape

Washing cooked tofu in a wash machine. Set on rinse. Then it started adding soap, so I stopped the machine and rinsed again, then stopped it once done.

I was so sure I could still eat it, then something or someone said (possibly my Mother) “You know you can’t eat that right?”

“Yeah,” I said, completely changing my mind about 50%. “I think you’re right.”

I look at my handful of soaped tofu, realized I couldn’t just cook off the soapy liquid and eat it. So into the trash it went.


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I am artist, analyst, author, poet, composer, musician to name a few aspects of myself. A bit of a jack of trades, I dabble into many fields that encourage the blossom of imagination and allow me to channel my creativity. I dream vividly and view the world through the lens of optimism and opportunity while acknowledging the ink and shadows.

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