Orange

Another late night home.

Youth Citizenship Awards tonight. Successful night.

I remember Brian Keenan writing about his time in prison in Beirut (An Evil Cradling). The bit that sticks out in my mind was when he came back to his cell to find a bowl of fruit there.

"The fruits, the colours, mesmerise me in a quiet rapture that spins through my head. I am entranced by colour. I lift an orange into the flat filthy palm of my hand and feel and smell and lick it. The colour orange, the colour, the colour, my God the colour orange."