“Eating an egg is like dying – it is so beautiful, all on its own, without any help. The egg in her mouth is a blessing of flesh and salt and yellow. The eggs under her feet roll like stones. The egg in her hand is as pure as the heart of a sister, white and hard, strong egg, like a star, like a pearl, grown up around its powdery secret.”
-Tina May Hall, ‘For Dear Pearl, Who Drowned’ The Physics of Imaginary Objects.