Food

Mr. Creosote

Eating is a metaphor for something. You look forward to it. You may even think of what you are going to eat before you get to a particular restaurant. In this way it's akin to... but more of that later. You imagine a pleasure. You indulge it. Then it's gone. So what's the point of consumerism which spends ad dollars in a proleptic attempt to answer the question before it's asked. There you are with the steak or roast or prospective sexual object whose delectable body awaits your ministrations.
Then one, two, three it's over. In the case of certain people this  requires only the count of "1." Ok you can't fuck a Grecian Urn or otherwise get impregnated with the immortality gene. Gluttony might seem inevitable. Your anticipation turns into vulgarity and the end result is that you miss out on everything.

read "Removing Your Unconscious" by Francis Levy, The East Hampton Star

and listen to "Groove Me" by King Floyd (1971)