@toxicthotsyndrome: in 2016 i found a tin at the bottom of one of my mom’s old purses. they were all huddled to one side od the aluminum disc, melted together by heat and time, their position reminiscent of the last time my mom slung that purse off her shoulder and onto the floor. gravity held them there, never again to be rattled out of place as she ran out the door, always in a hurry. i wanted eat the glob of ancient candy and taste how it felt to be young.