Negative Space (a series) Part 9: Yolk Another installment in the quest to scan my entire apartment Whenever I make an omelette I think of the movie "Big Night". There's a scene in which one of the main characters, exhausted after a draining night, makes an omelette. I won't go into details (just see the movie, it's worth it) but the scene is a moment of simple grace, in which three people share food. Not a single word is uttered, yet so much is said. It seems fitting that in this scene, a moment of pure and simple life, that they would eat eggs. Eggs are beautiful, a life condensed into its most essential components, with perhaps the most perfect packaging in nature -- a shell, a fluid enclosed, a seed of sorts, floating inside. A glowing center. Yellow, like the sun. A potential for life. And in one of lifes gentle moments, I just scrambled three of the suckers and ate them for breakfast.
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