basics: ornamental and illusional. the clinking/clanking of forks and knives doesn't seep into my mind. momentarily lapsed into another world: one of falsehoods and impurities (so wrong, it's right), i twirl the olive oil vinaigrette around the edge of the plate: decorated with ethically improvised forbidden fruit and mediterranean lines. i hear the scrape, melodical; see the fall. the zucchini tasted fine.