At Rainbow Grocery, an obviously modified gumball machine. It sells clods of dirt, with wildflower seeds embedded in them.
It has an interesting effect on people. When I first passed by the machine, a middle-aged Indian man in chinos was embracing it and staring into its depths with this soulful intensity, like maybe it held the answer to all of life’s questions.
It might. I haven’t bought a dirt clod yet.