ballads, orchids and stacked bread
Sometimes, somethings are pretty. Sometimes, somethings seem pretty because we were taught and conditioned to find them pretty. But when you once realized that you could go back to stuff, that is really just beautiful. It’s a pretty place to be. For an example bread. The colours in which it accurs, the liveliness it expresses and the amount of nature it celebrates.
The encounters it creates and the fact that it is beautifully stackable. Chairs are stackable too, but it’s hard to use them when their stacked, the same with Soup plates or any other plates. Stackable bread is also not easy to eat, but in that case we don’t care. I’ve never counted how many holes a bread loaf has but I would surely recommend any other person to totally go for it. A plate with leftover sauce is just one of the prettiest things in the world, if robbed and absorbed out of any liquid by a few nice chunks of bread.