eating apples. I remember how it was to bite into an apple and ravage it at my pleasure. I used to be fond of apples as a kid. I was also fond of what I was able to gnaw, chew and bite with my teeth. despite them being twice broken. the memory of eating apples, unfortunately, will just remain a memory. even tho I can afford my own apples and can by the really nice and crunchy ones, my jaw condition will give me sleepless pain. that has been the theme of growing up towards my 30s. A lot of things have been more painful or uncomfortable to bear compared to when I was much younger. no more pizza eating contests with my brother gaspar, no more maxing out buffets, no more junk food, inbetween meal snacks, and no more cooking ultra rich cheese drowned dishes. Worry is my new snack these days. it keeps me chewing and grinding my teeth, even in my sleep. Experience a funny way of substituting the power of knowledge with powelessness of reality. this is the year I turn 30 and i'm surprised...