{"id":3721,"date":"2026-07-13T10:32:07","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T10:32:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=3721"},"modified":"2026-07-13T10:36:06","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T10:36:06","slug":"le-tomate","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=3721","title":{"rendered":"La Tomate"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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The French vendeur who hands me the tomato in its perfect flesh\u2014 he knows.\u00a0\u00a0Some worlds haven\u2019t been destroyed. It is a globe of seeds, juice and pulp that asserts itself, a repository of what we were given in the love garden of origin.\u00a0\u00a0What a miracle that it has not been trampled on by industry and pragmatism! \u00a0To touch its smooth skin with tender fingertips is to touch origins. To eat it, a burst of elation, then a river of melancholy: eternal values in such a fleeting package!\u00a0\u00a0Says France: humans can revere things and earth and nature, even the self.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

While revering in reverie, I was close to elements.\u00a0\u00a0Fires in southwestern France were raging, but that\u2019s not what shook me.\u00a0\u00a0It was the popup window when I clicked on a video of those fires.\u00a0\u00a0It was the human-sized robot prancing idiotically.\u00a0\u00a0A robot cut off from human roots but embodying the highest hubris of its maker.\u00a0\u00a0He promises to help me with everything, bopping around the virtual space.\u00a0\u00a0He would do my chores but amplify my melancholy. He has me raging at my helplessness, tossing me against the rocks in the little skiff I\u2019m navigating.\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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