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In an effort to reposition my relationship with creativity, this is a space to tend to some of my tomatoes. These are ideas, thoughts, and general musings on anything and everything that sparks my interest. I tend to think of my creativity as a finite resource, not one that can bloom indefinitely with either fungal decay or new and promising buds. I am also the tomatoes. My mother likens me to the melancholic tomato in Pink Martini’s Hang on Little Tomato, the melodrama of being washed away in the rain ends with the lyrics “something’s coming up ahead/to turn your tears to dew instead.” Sometimes, in particular moods, “dew” sounds like “doom.” Maybe you are a tomato too, maybe you’re like these tomatoes in space , absent-mindlessly lost by whatever grows you.