I love a peach. When I was little I read a book called "Obake momo ga iku" about a little boy who finds a giant peach and lives inside of it with some friendly insects. I don't know what the English name of the book is...Monster Peach? I always wanted to live inside of a peach. I still do.
Peach is the perfect fruit. It's soft and fuzzy on the outside like a caterpillar. I think it's the happiest fruit of all. I wouldn't mind to be a peach someday.
It is summer in Los Angeles and there are peaches, nectarines and apricots at the farmers market by my apartment. I buy big bags full of them. Once i ran out of farmers market peaches and I bought some peaches at the super market store. But these peaches were terrible...they looked very handsome but inside was sandy, like eating a bite of the desert. They weren't sweet or juicy like my friends from the farmers market.
I felt terrible for those super market peaches....sitting all grouped together, trying to look their best, but knowing that they would never make anybody happy. I think the American supermarket is bad for peaches, pressuring them to look round and smooth and perfect, but not putting any value on what is inside. Those peaches look lovely, but they have very low self-esteem.
Maybe this is just in Los Angeles.
I would like to save those peaches if I could, but I'm not sure how....like that other book...ライ麦畑でつかまえて。。。(Catcher in a field of rye?) where they catch the kids before they become adults....I want to be the Catcher in the peach field...saving these peaches from going to the supermarket...when they are too young to know any better.