Special Edition, the dialog that goes on in a wai infected mind.
I think I have entered the c(r)aving phase, that speed bump that some people encounter while trying to go Wai, because my mind is going beserk with cravings, and drawing up foods that I have not touched in eons. Icecream, shreddies, what’s next?
This is also what happens when you read too much of this forum, your brain has a bunch of Wai clichés** floating in the head.
[Eats: 1 bowl of oatmeal with chunks of yellow yam, simmered.]
My mind sums up the taste of Shreddies while eating oatmeal.
It says oatmeal is bland, soggy, chewless, liquid blah,
and pines longingly for Shredddies, like how Juliet pines for Romeo.
Imagines the taste of Shreddies. I can almost taste it, as if it is real.
For a fact, the last time I had Shreddies was 15 years ago.
I disliked Shreddies, because of its roughness back then.
I asked it if it wanted Cherrios,
I mean cherrios are oats too,
and I have some at home conveniently tucked in the back of the pantry, expired too (expired because I have been so good about avoiding cereal),
and it said no,
it says it does not want Cherrios,
it says Cherrios are airy, crunchy, sugary, it does not want airy crunchy sugary.
It wanted Shreddies.
I can almost taste the fine solid mesh texture of window coverings, and the crunch, and rough fibrous texture, the light brown square crunchy thing.
Polar opposites of Wai, I mean here let’s analyze:
crunch vs. juice;
rough vs. fine smooth liquid;
fibrous texture vs. sieved juices, and unfibrous yolk;
light brown vs maillard colour;
Yes, my mind is going beserk. Damn.
Must be hunger. I thought.
Asks if it is hungry.
My mind said nothing.
But my stomach says extremely hungry. Feels the emptiness of a stomach, of something filled with oatmeal, yet the oatmeal has dissolved to non-existence, it does not even recognize it had food. I did not feel the stomach. I felt hunger. That insatiable hunger of craving. The hunger of a crave. It is not physical. Craves are of another realm, they speak another language. My stomach says extremely hungry (in the language of craves).
Darn it must be the effects of yolks last night. I find I am hungrier after raw yolks. (Is it the language of yolks?)
--Tells myself: *When hungry go eat fruit*,
--Replies: *Why is this diet so hard?*
--*Deemed the impossible diet to follow*
[Goes eat:
9 pieces of purple raw grapes with peel. and 1 without peel. Without peel it is sweeter.
1 orange, raw, peeled, juiced, garlic presser pressed, 200ml, 16min from start to clean-up.]
The orange juice was sweet, perfect, sugary, orangy.
But it was satisfying and unsatisfying at the same time.
To the palate, it tasted almost too sweet.
To the mind, it was a poor substitute for what it craved. It was like “you tricked me”, “but ha you still can’t get rid of me”, “I will still draw up the Shreddies.” “Period. I won’t think of anything else. Not until you go get Shreddies.” “Oranges tastes too sweet and sugary.” “What I want is Shreddies.” “crunchy, texturously rough, light brown, mesh cereal, without sugar”. Dangerous food.
This is not about raw aytundra vs. cooked foods aytundra, or social aytundra anymore.
This is the beginning of raw aytundra vs. crave aytundra. Some different species of the same mind. Something new that has walked into town.
-by raw aytundra, edited by literary aytundra. Enjoy says fun aytundra.
