Status: Complete. I'm going to sit on this for a few months and edit it after that.
The Experiment Revolution
Day 84
Blue Notebook,
I can’t stop staring at my dinner.
The meat is as red as a baby’s behind, rare enough to still be mooing. Juice trickles across the plate and it is so oily I can see my reflection.
It smells like a feast that has been sitting out for an hour, waiting to be eaten. No spices were added to it, but I can still smell a hint of salt and pepper. Some spices must’ve been left over from the chef’s hands as he made other meals.
I don’t need spices though. I shove the dinner in my mouth as if I’m a child hiding the fact I’m eating a cookie before dinner. It would’ve been chewy to any other person but not me. My sharp teeth cut into it like scissors cut into paper. The meat tastes like cow for sure. There is a sweetness to it. Definitely not something found in normal hamburgers.
Why am I paying so much attention to my dinner? Who even does that?
I can’t stop staring at my dinner.
The meat is as red as a baby’s behind, rare enough to still be mooing. Juice trickles across the plate and it is so oily I can see my reflection.
It smells like a feast that has been sitting out for an hour, waiting to be eaten. No spices were added to it, but I can still smell a hint of salt and pepper. Some spices must’ve been left over from the chef’s hands as he made other meals.
I don’t need spices though. I shove the dinner in my mouth as if I’m a child hiding the fact I’m eating a cookie before dinner. It would’ve been chewy to any other person but not me. My sharp teeth cut into it like scissors cut into paper. The meat tastes like cow for sure. There is a sweetness to it. Definitely not something found in normal hamburgers.
Why am I paying so much attention to my dinner? Who even does that?