Seed Book

My heart is exploding and all i can do about it is peel potatoes.

At some point there’s not much else you can do. You stand there in that column of anger and heartache and hope because there’s nowhere else to go, no one else to see, nothing else to do. So you stand there. But there’s still a house with people in it, people who get hungry and expect dinner at a certain time. It is that time. So you stand there and you peel potatoes.

And it looks normal. It looks routine. But it sounds like this.