here are the apples from which the compote we ate yesterday was made.
here is the tree from which fell these apples.
here is the soil from which grew this apple tree.
here is the garden of which this soil is a part.
here is the house of the lady to whom belongs this garden.
she was the one who made the compote and gave it to us.
and I, in search of nowhere,
I found a story of somewhere.
Franche-Comté, summer 2018.