listen, i read this and i understood every word and metaphor and now im finished reading and i'm trying to string my thoughts into something that reflects that understanding but i can't. that's a compliment i promise, your work was understood in my heart and this inarticulation is a sign of affect!
this was absolutely gorgeous. the only thing i know for sure i can articulate is a feeling of deep and painful misunderstanding, and the numbness of not caring so long as that misunderstanding leads to love.
and my usual bout of quotes that make me unwell:
"Carving a goose is easy, carving a human is only one step ahead in the line. The chef is the coroner, not the murderer, so the only human he carves is himself."
"How much more must I hollow myself before I create something worth consuming?" and its followup, "The chef asks the question and immediately goes back to debating spleen or pancreas; some questions are more palatable than others."
"But the patron does not mention the blood so the chef does not mention the blood and the chef serves his own marrow and the patron says I love how the raspberry undertones compliment the citrus from earlier."
"He had done it because he loved the process, perhaps loved the goose. Or maybe he had loved the knife that cut the goose. He served this goose the same way he will serve his liver, silently setting the plate before the customer."
"The chef smiles because it is the polite thing to do when a patron says this is good. Disregard the need for the patron to taste the dish correctly."
I sobbed. Oh my god, I sobbed. How much should I hollow myself in order to create something worthy? I'm sobbing uncontrollably, why is this line affecting me so much
at first i didnt understand what was your msg in this essay until the very end where all the paragraphs started to form a gun cocked to my head, locked and loaded. jesus christ you have done it again !!!!! i sobbed reading this
Wow this cut deep. No pun intended.
Haha thank u :)
listen, i read this and i understood every word and metaphor and now im finished reading and i'm trying to string my thoughts into something that reflects that understanding but i can't. that's a compliment i promise, your work was understood in my heart and this inarticulation is a sign of affect!
this was absolutely gorgeous. the only thing i know for sure i can articulate is a feeling of deep and painful misunderstanding, and the numbness of not caring so long as that misunderstanding leads to love.
and my usual bout of quotes that make me unwell:
"Carving a goose is easy, carving a human is only one step ahead in the line. The chef is the coroner, not the murderer, so the only human he carves is himself."
"How much more must I hollow myself before I create something worth consuming?" and its followup, "The chef asks the question and immediately goes back to debating spleen or pancreas; some questions are more palatable than others."
"But the patron does not mention the blood so the chef does not mention the blood and the chef serves his own marrow and the patron says I love how the raspberry undertones compliment the citrus from earlier."
"He had done it because he loved the process, perhaps loved the goose. Or maybe he had loved the knife that cut the goose. He served this goose the same way he will serve his liver, silently setting the plate before the customer."
"The chef smiles because it is the polite thing to do when a patron says this is good. Disregard the need for the patron to taste the dish correctly."
well well done! <3
Thank you so much 🥹🥹🥹 u have no idea how much I appreciate ur comments!!! + I love this interpretation <3
I sobbed. Oh my god, I sobbed. How much should I hollow myself in order to create something worthy? I'm sobbing uncontrollably, why is this line affecting me so much
It's a line for all the creatives out there that put their soul into everything 🫡
how much does one tip when there's blood on the floor and a hint of citrus on the liver?
The default 15% 🫡
absolutely insane, this was amazing 🥹
Thank u so much :)
Not to be dramatic but I don’t know how I lived this long without your writing.
🥹 thank u so much <3
omg reading this was a delight (as morbid as it was)
thank you so much haha
This is so good
Thank u so much <3
at first i didnt understand what was your msg in this essay until the very end where all the paragraphs started to form a gun cocked to my head, locked and loaded. jesus christ you have done it again !!!!! i sobbed reading this
Hahah thank u so much <33 love reading ur comments every time 🥹
u deserve all the support my friend !!! keep writing
whoa.
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ur just too good
tysm :)
i love you. so much.
ty ilysm too 🫶
WOW
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Love this!
thank u :) <3
this is actually insane i am breathless
thank u so much 🫶
You have such a strong voice this is beautiful
Thank u so much 🥹