I'd go to the bakery, look past the glass cabinet at the donut machine, I'd remember standing on a chair watching the yellowy dough extrude into the hot oil, watching the donuts form, roiling in the agony of becoming.
--from "Another Bullshit Night in Suck City" by Nick Flynn
I guess that speaks to the sometimes notion I have that things that cook can feel, even the ones that didn't used to be sentient. It bothers me that something can be made self aware, only to be consumed. However, if it is well written, apparently I like it. Have I mentioned before how stupid I can be?
Before you answer that, ask yourself, does this disturb you?
|Why God? Why?|