After a month wherein I basically gave up flavour for lent I was reminded repeatedly of the time I lost my sense of taste. That ended with a strawberry so I figured it would be fitting to grab a bunch of strawberries. I would show you the video I recorded of eating a strawberry and trying to narrate all of this but it is wildly inappropriate in a when Harry met Sally sort of way so it’s not getting posted.
Like a badly directed and ill conceived horror movie my seemingly endless suffering at the hands of a merciless and uncaring god continues. I remember the before time, when food was chewed, when words like flavour had meaning. Sadly those times are but a sad and distant memory.
After watching a lot of iZombie and strangely empathising with the brain obsessed zombie characters I have been forced to admit that the cravings for food have become ever so slightly more than a constant dull irritation. I can only imagine how hate filled future convicts will be surviving on a similar diet of tasteless goo.
So I am halfway through my crazy experiment and although the candy dreams are about as bad as they were in Bangladesh I feel otherwise fine. It appears thus far the answer to can one live on paste alone is yes, I would venture that it the answer to should one is a resounding no!
Hell is not unpleasant, even in that a kind of joy can be found. No, hell is the absence of sensation so profound you forget what joy ever felt like. Hell is Soylent. Two weeks and change to go 🙁