When it comes to refreshments, I’m a hardcore water person (not to be mistaken for a water bender). Here’s my conundrum with mainstream beverages - soda, juice, cocktails, etc. The first icy slllp! is replenishing enough, but then there’s this sickly saccharine aftertaste that lingers in the back of my tongue. Animalistically, this mechanism works to the favor of said drink, making me want to sllp more so as to momentarily wash away any syrupy acidity. In the end however, my duped palette is left with an even larger sugary stain. I, monkey brain, then turn the bottle to its nutritional info and realize that I’ve just ingested 55 grams of the sweet stuff.
“Tomorrow, Tomorrow, and Tomorrow” is an essay written by Aldous Huxley, and it can be found in his book called Tomorrow, Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, which can be purchased here, here, and here.
Head forward. Now do a 360°. Unless possessed, you’re better off using your feet, not neck. But whether or not you’re of this earth, do your spin slow. Don’t think about it, your eyes can move on their own…
At some point during Quarantine, each and every person is going to realize the truth - we’ve all got cooking chops. My stomach’s already grumbling at the thought. So here’s to setting a globe-wide dinner table for endless nights of gorging.