People talk of sorrow as if it is soft, a thing of water and tears. But true sorrow is not soft. True sorrow is a thing of fire, and rock. It burns your heart, crushes your soul under the weight of mountains. It destroys, and even if you keep breathing, keep going, you die.
Theres a lot of American kids think their food comes from the grocery store and the concept of seasonality has no meaning to them whatsoever.