Bread Air

It's going to take me a minute here to figure out what I mean. But I have always loved the idea that a bread shop becomes a bread shop (all personal ironies aside) because the longer you make bread there the more the air fills with the right kind of yeasty environment. The place literally transforms over time into the right environment for what you're doing because you've been doing it.

This sort of thinking is where all the good things come from. So maybe the idea is just remember that the world works like this. But even more so that spaces work this way. That what you fill a space with, actually does fill that space with something. It changes the literal space with its doing. You can use this metaphorically if you like. The space can be your head. But it can be anywhere or anything.

I just want you all to know that even with my immense loathing of bread for its potentially causing my final demise, that this is one of the happiest thoughts and happiest things I've ever heard. So...know that...bitches.