I once saw an American video with the most gruesome and bloody hacking-off of limbs.
It’s the summer of 1975.
You are eleven years old.
It’s 6pm on a Sunday.
Mostly? How does one evaluate “mostly”?
Where is the lush green of the supermarket basil?
I feel your basil pain.
I grew this from seed – basil is one of the best things in the world: