This is oil. It's very hot, and it's bad for you. It was around 365 degrees (burnin' down the house!) when I tossed in some dead bird chunks. Compared to the oil, they were like a couple scoops of ice cream, so I had to crank the gas at that point. Now they've turned a reddish-orange. I dine soon, I dine alone.

My house is messy and alive, like a garden. I have to till the clothes and water the kitchen and bathroom every once in a while to keep it going, otherwise it stagnates, turns into wasteland. Some people think you can live an austere life, with only your gigantic consciousness to run around in. That isn't true for me. If I had to live in my consciousness alone, I'd lose my shit. I need to live in my body every once in a while. It's strange, when I go back there. Sometimes the absence of history is a little shocking, as is realizing that there's such thing as "temperature" again. Not "it's too hot" temperature, more immediate, a thing that isn't complete enough to describe.

Ow. The oil sloshes around when I turn the meat. Sometimes it sprays on my bare forearms. I imagine lifelong cooks coated with little round scars. This wouldn't be such a bad thing to identify with. On the other hand, I have long sleeve shirts. Out come the two little skin divers. In go two more heretics. This will be my sustenance for the coming week. You can't trust anyone, least of all a Corporation. Is that right? No. Well, a better way to say it is that you really can't trust something that doesn't exist (in the physical world). For this reason, I'm misspelling my name anywhere I don't think it should be. Also, I have to cook for myself.

Well anyway, the crux of the matter is that I live in a way that doesn't seem fashionable. Hell, it doesn't seem anything. I don't know if I'm rich or poor, or even if I really care about that kind of thing. I'm making things, every day! I'm making things that retain identities when I don't. Someday, I might count on these things to pull me through blank times.

Nearby, the rice cooker thinks little poofy steam thoughts as it quietly fixes me a cruelty-free part of my complete persona.

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