we asked fakelisajune, what is the storage capacity of a mayonnaise jar? and what is this Doofus? is that a fish or some other creature we have not yet met? she laughed and laughed and said oh, no, if you were in Red Hook you definitely met a Doofus at some point. and then she bitterly returned to contemplating her Marcel Proust.
we think she is starting to get it.
anyway, we are not entirely certain where trust intersects with the storage capacity of mayonnaise jars. several of our octopi friends promptly unscrewed an empty one and all of them crowded inside and there was much giggling and laughter. a few guppies swam by to see what was the commotion and were pulled inside, and more shrieks of laughter ensued. This was followed by some giddy predictions about who would win the next world cup, and there might have been some making out, but the guppies aren’t talking and the octopi are always vague about such matters.
if you are lost on a sea of mistrust, that is a mighty sea indeed. but if you are alone, who exactly are you mistrustful of? it can only be you, for there is no one else. assuming you are alone. you said you were. and we believe you, for we trust you.
you ask where to turn to renew, to find Love, to find handmade? this answer is hard to hear. no one likes to hear it, especially girl persons, who have been told to wait for rescue. girl humans are unique in this. no other species of female does this, only human females, and we can only guess this has something to do with incessant reading of very bad novels about baseball and greek seamen. we can only guess this has something to do with sing-song films pretending to be documentaries about little mermaids, who, lemme tell ya, are about as far as you can get from sweetness and light, oh my jen! little mermaids are amongst the most aggressive homicidal creatures you will ever meet, with their pointy teeth and their siren songs!
but we are rambling, so here is the hard answer you will not like.
you can look for trust, for love, for truth, for decency, and for handmade high and low. you can swim the deepest oceans, you can trawl the mightiest rivers. you can plummet off the world’s end looking, you can cross canals and squeeze through streams and rivulets and spelunk in watery caves. you can seek and seek. but if you do not look inside yourself, if you do not find those things there inside of you? you will not find them, not ever. even when you find a nice partner to spawn with, or when you find likeminded friends and comrades and causes, it will still always be you.
so when you ask where is the handmade? well? where is YOUR handmade? where? start there. start making things by hand. look at them closely. what are these things? are they groovy? did you make them? then YOU are groovy too. which means you can start trusting yourself, because groovy is always better than hipster.
and love always starts with groovy.