Inside Blue Stripes Cacao Shop, East 13th Street, in Manhattan. The above photo is the second of two I took of the glass case closest to the entrance. These are delicious brownies, I was told, and they taste lighter than air. I'm struck by how perfectly lined up they are, like an abacus, and that makes me think about digits and math and people, our need to count, to account for, our need for order. This need doesn't seem to translate into a need for parity. What I mean is a need, or an intention, for a world where, like the ideal kindergartner, we share. The loaf at the end of the lines of brownies looks a little like a heart, not the anatomically correct heart but the fanciful one. Or like the good character in a fairy tale, or maybe the sweet cottage in the woods where we go for safety and succor. I wonder if I'm reading too much into this. I didn't buy anything at the shop. Maybe next time.
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