01 Dec Soup
Soup is nice.
Soup is simple, but there are layers to it that can greatly increase or decrease it’s complexity.
Soup can be made from a powder sachet.
Or a great big Michelin kitchen.
Soup is universal, everyone knows a soup.
But lately, I’ve found my soup’s a bit off.
Maybe a bit too tangy, too salty, or bland, I can’t quite put my finger on it.
Perhaps it’s been off all along and I’ve only just noticed now how…
_______ it is.
Maybe it was when I found the pills were just sugar.
Perhaps the therapy and introspection have altered my perception.
Maybe, it was after I woke in the hospital after I scaled Mt Everest fighting rabies-induced-zombie-dogs controlled by an evil wizard.
Perhaps my ability to measure out salt has been skewed, a little pinch… and another… did I add salt?
The ingredients are the same, but perhaps they have gone off?
The recipe is unaltered, but perhaps I’ve been struck by a case of discomboblia (a disease I discovered myself, it’s very, very, real)
Perhaps I’ve been struck by an evil soup witch!
I’m going crazy, and my soup is the catalyst!
I’M RIVETING
STARVING
THIRSTY
Perhaps I should go have some soup.
Soup is nice.
Anonymous