I dug through the drawer in the fridge looking for that nectarine I bought the other day. I pulled it out, washed it off, sliced around it, twisted it open, with a satisfying snap (I like my nectarines a little underipe. I like them crunchy.), ripped out the pit and found my hands covered in pale red juice.. the center full of slightly mashed meat. gore. this fruit eviscerated. I actually had to go wash my hands. Not because of the juice. But because of the fruit blood. It could have been something from inside of me. It took me off guard. But I ate it anyway. It is, after all, just fruit. Food. For me to consume. I even ripped off the little red fleshy bits that stuck to the pit... the last of the meat from the bones..