red onion

prosaically, it's an onion from the first proper meal i've cooked so far this year (and since about mid-nov, in fact). vaguely bolognese-y, with lots of added veg, for those who are interested.

archly and metaphorically, it's about strong things that make me cry. or peeling back layers and finding new things underneath. or something.

my head hurts, my eyes ache and i'm knackered after work, i hate these back shifts, i really do. going to bed now.