the eats

there's nothing worse than eating alone, except eating alone around a lot of other people eating alone. there's the silent army of slurping and munching -- must not sound like a cow stuck in mud. each bite is heard by everyone else. you can feel the eyes behind you. you are suddenly aware how you use your utensils, each move suspect to your silent eating partners. i envision the last supper might have been a little like this. those paintings are false, no one was merry or jolly or any of those christmas words. just a bunch of sad people eating quietly around each other.

all this for sugar cookies that weren't even there. 
¶ 7:38 PM |