When I think about it, I think about summer of 2012, late at night after I closed the bar, walking around inside enormous 24-hour grocery stores with no customers, seemingly endless rows of fruits and vegetables from every corner of the empire, attractively arrayed in a display of abundance and plenty. Much of that food would wind up in the garbage, every day. This being just one of a dozen such stores within an easy bike's ride, in one city in the middle of the country. I was in love, and the air outside was warm and still, inside you could walk along the rows while misters on timers would go off, coating everything in a cool diamond exhalation. It was the peak, the closest we would be to the sun. Everything after that has been the other side of the arc, falling into an unmeasured darkness we have yet to plumb
