A man steams bananas in an old yellow drum filled with a fragrant fire he nightly bicycles around town. You can hear the barrel’s whistle as he releases hot steam into this darkness swarming with others, like you, headed home.
He calls out to you specifically, tempts a taste of his sweet fruits, his syrupy recipe.
And, he is disappointed when he finds you are more moth than bee. You will resist the sugar
but not the fire.