<DP> James Havok
Hollowed
I walked into my kitchen this morning to make some croissant rolls, and began filling them with cheese and bacon, but was taken aback at first when I saw "Real bacon bits" on my bacon bits.
Why is the fact that the bacon bits are indeed real advertised on the label? Is it not an expectation that the product which we buy is indeed the product we believe that it is? Is this the culture of existential confusion so pervasive that not even our food is safe from identity crisis, and must confirm the basis of it's existence? Are there really so many "Fake" Foods that we must declare ourselves pure?
And what of "I can't believe it's not butter"?
Should I really be surprised that it is not butter? In this world of existential deceit should I be aghast in discovering that something which I thought was X was, in fact, truly Y? And what of the many times to which I reach for this deceitful tub of butterish spread to open it and realize that it is not even the falsified butter to which the labels would claim, and is, in fact, leftover chicken, or, perhaps Sofrito?
What makes something real anyway? Is it how it Identifies itself? Does my False prophet spread Identify as butter, or is it something more concrete, such as contents? But, how can you decide what contents verify that something is indeed the real deal? What makes my "Real" bacon any different than
? And, if what something is made of does determine if it is real or fake; then are we real, as we consume allegedly fake foods? SO WHAT IS REAL!?
I ASK YOU BUTTERY DEVIL, WHAT IS REAL, AND WHERE THE FUCK IS MY GODDAMN BUTTER!? RELEASE ME FROM THIS HELL OF YOUR CREATION!
Why is the fact that the bacon bits are indeed real advertised on the label? Is it not an expectation that the product which we buy is indeed the product we believe that it is? Is this the culture of existential confusion so pervasive that not even our food is safe from identity crisis, and must confirm the basis of it's existence? Are there really so many "Fake" Foods that we must declare ourselves pure?
And what of "I can't believe it's not butter"?
Should I really be surprised that it is not butter? In this world of existential deceit should I be aghast in discovering that something which I thought was X was, in fact, truly Y? And what of the many times to which I reach for this deceitful tub of butterish spread to open it and realize that it is not even the falsified butter to which the labels would claim, and is, in fact, leftover chicken, or, perhaps Sofrito?
What makes something real anyway? Is it how it Identifies itself? Does my False prophet spread Identify as butter, or is it something more concrete, such as contents? But, how can you decide what contents verify that something is indeed the real deal? What makes my "Real" bacon any different than
Fakon
I ASK YOU BUTTERY DEVIL, WHAT IS REAL, AND WHERE THE FUCK IS MY GODDAMN BUTTER!? RELEASE ME FROM THIS HELL OF YOUR CREATION!
