You know I don’t really like sweet things.
Not in the interpersonal sense, I am very fond of the sweetness when it comes to handling my surroundings. However, when it comes to the digestive system – and even more importantly – to my gustatory system, I am not very fond of the pleasures of sugar. Everyday heroine. Velvet underground understands.
Nonetheless, here I stand. Looking into the glass cage of all the sweet exhibits. Water fills my mouth and I feel stupid for not suppressing my ancient roots. It is the colours that drive me mad. The smell that makes me want to bury my nose. The variety of textures.
Do you know what I am talking about?
I am but a mere observer of these seemingly unearthly pleasures. Yet, they exist among us. Oh, how I have succumbed to going with the ways the universe wants me to go.
I go by excuses but in the end, I am no different. Led by primitive urges and logic, I stare. I wonder, I fantasise. How come such beauty exists in a world of ugliness? How is it even possible to be radiant in the environment of greyness?
My mind is drifting. I become infatuated with the sweet smells. My olfactory senses have become supercharged. I let myself go. I have lost the battle. I am of the inferior kind, forgive me.
It is mad to think that a dense, sweet, plum, ordinary yet extravagant cheese cake can mock me in this way.
What did you think I was talking about?