Having spent enough time at ikea stores and stocking unfamiliar cabinets with fruit, one could say that entire loves ignite at the unpacking of a jar of blueberry jam. Magic is exhausted when used teacups lose memories of heat. Cold sighs are lost to rooms where laptops are reopened. Coffee and breads are often consumed alone, at local bakeries. Sunsets are viewed from pockets that protect or hide away. Beloveds on fire, distant darlings unwired, sweethearts with claws, girls with paintbrushes and red wine - they weave magic with the very air one breathes. Inside one's lungs, veins and heart, it would be impossible to access rosy joys, darkest sorrows and enchantments without them. This is a cozy collection of writings about all of this put together like things on a shelf. A miscellaneous collection really: some dusty bits, some objects in constant use and some hidden items stacked between larger realities.