MATHEW CERLETTY

Broccoli, a flower pot, a spotted lily, horse hooves, constituents of a murder, youth vengeance, and Santa’s pipeline. Asymmetry adding to the specificity of each soliloquy. Is this show a cryptic message to fulfill Usonia or simply a suburban mom’s nagging to-do list with a side of *insert preferred literary genre*?

Do you know how supermarket broccoli grows? Have you ever cared to ask. Captain, Gypsy, Everest, Imperial, Diplomat— varieties from the Northeastern United States where the crop didn’t gain popularity until after World War II. Now you’re dwarfed by a “Broccoli” sprig and subjected to frequency illusion. You’ll see broccoli on the subway, in New Yorker cartoons, in the rotating menu at your next meal. Selective attention and confirmation bias. But you’ve never seen banality monumentalized as you will here.

Unless you’ve watched an American football game.

“Time to move on to a different subject.” - Terry Gross (Fresh Air)"