Food for thought - September 8, 2014
Hummus
Damp clay, and the visual appeal of wet cardboard. Its flavor is muted, something like the memory of food rather than food itself.
Taupe. Edible taupe. Texture of walls. I ate it and remembered a room I've never been in.
Has anyone seen this guy?
He once whispered something to a vending machine, and it gave him everything.