I think proust would agree with you here: There is something utterly satisfying with plastic foods and sandwiches in that they constantly confuse, each time they are beheld, and even more satisfying is to trick a friend or onlooker, and the most satisfying is the one who plucks it from its display to take a bite, not even allowing the plastic sensation to the touch discourage the act, and only once firmly in the mouth, to recognize the Trojan horse for all its plastic glory!
play “Garbage Funk” at .75 (or even .5!!) for a curious journey
The layers of this song! What a jam!
I think proust would agree with you here: There is something utterly satisfying with plastic foods and sandwiches in that they constantly confuse, each time they are beheld, and even more satisfying is to trick a friend or onlooker, and the most satisfying is the one who plucks it from its display to take a bite, not even allowing the plastic sensation to the touch discourage the act, and only once firmly in the mouth, to recognize the Trojan horse for all its plastic glory!