I watched a baker layer silk on velvet. Fresh raspberries, cream, chocolate. Hazelnut, liqueur, and curls. Decadence on a plate, flawlessly arranged. Tantalizing. Perfect. A hundred and six comments.
You will never be a great cook.
I watched an author sculpt wonder with his words. Awaken feeling. Evoke character. Wrap sense and subtlety in layers within layers. A century of excellence.
You will never be a great writer.
I watched a woman who knew how to sell herself, and danced like it. Motion, lights, sensuality. Confidence, poise, beauty. Brazen invitation, perfect figure, impeccable performance. A crowd gone wild.
You will never be a great lover.
I bring three things: chocolate spoons, amateur articles, and the body of a wife. I would rather not offer these gifts… would rather not burden the world with shoddy presentations.
Those of us who aren’t professional should step down:
the quickest route I know to a world entirely bereft of flavor, words, and love.