confectionery raze some pleasantries passed between us. that was all there ever was. so it surprised me to see her in one of my dreams the other night. in truth, she wasn't there at all. it was the false memory of something she'd made that kept me company: orange slices dipped in dark chocolate. this used to be a hot item at every store that sold sweet things, or so the dream told me. no one was carrying it anymore. i could only find one person who even knew what i was looking for. i took the taste of what i couldn't find with me everywhere i went, and woke with the ghost of it still on my tongue. 240229 what's it to you? who go blather from