I would like to show off my apple. It is wax, and the color of the inner "flesh" makes it look exactly like an apple that fell from the display and bounced around on the market floor, to be never purchased and discarded. I found it when we were staying in my partner's boss's extra mansion that he was renovating. It was abandoned in a closet. I stole it. I love it for the layers of metaphor in it's history.
An apple is innocence, succulence, temptation, seduction. It is battered, it is discarded by the capitalist machine, harmed, abandoned, beautiful, stolen.