On candy
Some mundane things are incredibly contrast rich such like gelatine which is absolutely disgusting; made as it is from bones and skin of dead beasts, smelling horrible, dry etc. ground down to some powder or something, and put into sweets which are incredibly tasty and good, smelling and tasting great. There’s the yin yang right there, the gross and delicious in perfect balance, but treacherous; containing no nutrients, only a hidden diabetes promise.
When I run, and when I’m feeling done and exhausted, I think that I’m combating my own personal special diabetes beast, looking like one of those abominations from WoW; like patchwork, but maybe with scales like a dragon except they are made of potato chips. Every step is a fierce blow to the centre of the beast.
Anyhow I’m thinking these things now as I’m having a pleasant evening with some candy and some great family.
I’ve chosen this.