Salento

This piece gives not much room for interpretation yet so much left for the imagination. An empty plate, a ring from a glass. The leftovers. Enough to brag of what’s been had, yet not enough to taste the flavours. But you know. You know, without me explaining it to you, how this spaghetti was twirled around the plate and then around the fork. Sauce, thickened with the cheese once mounted fresh atop the serving, now splashing onto your white shirt and your cheeks as you pat your face with the serviette. You know how you wished it to last longer, then sat back, finished the wine, and wondered if it was time for a sleep or a cigarette. You know it was enjoyed with intention, yet the perfect distraction of a social setting. It wasn’t eaten as fuel but enjoyed ceremoniously. Not as a meal but as a lifestyle. How cliche it sounds but it’s honest. It’s not just a meal.