The Visual Experience

A few days ago, I was having dinner with my family. My brother was staring pensively into his plate of pasta, and, after some time, said inquisitively: “I wish salt could be red so I could know whether or not I’ve added enough of it.” Imagine how convenient that would be, always having visual evidence…

fenced delicacies

How I stash away my food, like a squirrel stowing nuts for a dark day of hibernation. you with your sticky fingers and runny noses and greedy mouths would go to any heights just to get a taste of my delicacies. maybe I need to wire some fence made of hard language; that usually puts…