Because

This was originally written in Polish, for a competition. The requirement was that it start with "I like oranges because..." and that you buy a kilogram of oranges along with it. As the nearby Tesco didn't have enough oranges, I was left with this text...

I like oranges because they can instil life into any still life. They are suns the size of your palms, suns that can be placed in the lower right-hand corner of a painting, where the sticky juice of golden light drips onto them succulently. Where it touches them hardest, they reply with pale goose bumps; elsewhere they merely smile warmly. When you place them next to red-and-green apples, they contrast with a color full of enthusiasm, at the same time calming their spotty cousins with a uniformity of finish.

You can cut them a bit with a bluish knife, and a delicate smell of pale gold pieces dressed in flimsy white fluff will fill the painting to the brim.

You hold in your hands the suns of the South, picked for you from a sky without a single cloud – orange distilled from the essence of blueness. Eat them; that’s what they’re for.