"It's a strange realism, but it's a strange reality."

When you finish a library book and immediately want to run out and buy it just so you can have it at hand at all times. A defense of context as not just colour but the very point? That's partly it. But it's the sort of essay that flips everything.

A leaf a gourd a shell a net a bag a sling a sack a bottle a pot a box a container. A holder. A recipient.