Today a classmate asked me if I liked cherries. Apparently I do.

Actually, I have no idea of why I took photographs of cherries. There was a cherry left in a bowl of peanut shells. I had left it there, for it was weird. It had holes in it. One of the four cherries I had taken was weird. So I left it. Yet it was lonely. I took photos of it. Now it’s an immortal cherry.