Primordial Radishy Love

But when a radish meets another radish and they see each other clearly and support and love each other for their sharpness and their bitterness and their incomparable zing (yes, I am beating this metaphor into the ground. That's what we radishes do!), it's a beautiful thing. The very best of everything springs forth from that kind of primordial, aching radishy love.

Heather Havrilesky