35. Lift Me Up Adultfood
While everyone is sure we live on planet Earth, I'm low-key horror-struck that we live on a crude pastiche cake of omniscience, composed of multiple inordinate layers of different creams of dubious origins, chaotic chocolate shavings throw-ins, suspicious unpeeled candied fruits, covered with fluorescent icing and various questionable nut crumbles, with insalubrious marzipan flowers and marshmallows on the top. This queasily overwhelming sucralosity of our static reality amazes a capricious gourmet like me with its absurdity and raw complexity. We just happen to be crawling like microscopic beings on the surface of this facsimile cake, nipping off as much information about the world as we can digest. Ultimately, we become passive and apathetic from consuming this processed joy of cognition, yet remain absorbed by consumerism because this high-fructose imitation has low nutritional value and can’t satisfy us. Rather sooner than later, our serotonin receptors turn off. L...