an excerpted feeling:
The one where you’ve built an idea about the future like an intricate origami creature inside your chest, and slowly or suddenly the possibilities turn into impossibilities and for hours or days there’s a rustling in your rib cage as the complex structure destroys itself, unfolding and flattening, unfolding and flattening pleat by pleat.
an excerpted how to eat it:
Don’t eat it yet. Just buy about eight pounds of Milanos for later.
i. be franch
ii. be a cactus or succulent