You don’t get to choose the supply chain you’re born into but you sure can feel bad about it. It’s simple enough to do, feeling. Like the supply chain, it suffers little interruption.

Even the smallest container ship will displace two hundred thousand tons. One could spend a whole life in penance and never shift that weight. So Norman pays today’s feeling with appreciation, honoring what the chain has brought him, from an aching foothill somwehere in Argentina. It leaves trace oils and memories on his fingers as they pick this treasure apart: tiny jewel, royal bauble, a tangerine in winter.