Sketchpad Entry 9/28/2012:
"A girl sat next to me on the subway today, and proceeded to eat an apple.
And suddenly, amongst the grating metal sounds of the subway car, the echoes bouncing down the hollow tunnel, the hum of fluorescent lights, and people's mobile devices, suddenly, there was this crisp, beautiful sound of teeth sinking through apple flesh. I was enamored.
She ate slowly, and my ear couldn't be happier for it. The steady crescendo of white peeling away from white, as her teeth separated the whole apple from the bite.
Building up to the staccato snatch and tear; the bite freed, and bleeding its juice on the back molars and gums. That intake of breath. The vacuum suck of juice and saliva.
The pop and release of pressure.
Jaw open slightly, aerating the mixture
and sending apple-blossom perfume
wafting up to the nose.
The steady rhythmic crunch of chewing;
the denouement of swallowing. All this, and then, to begin again at the very next bite."