My dear, my friend, hiding in the dark to shine brightest in my hand.
Even a metaphysical entity needs pleasure. Of course, I am enjoying observing and expressing my thoughts that manifest in dishes served to you weekly. I have to admit, I am late, as spring has just started.
I have been infected by humanly desires, urges and even fears. The solution of which is often times found in various forms of escaping. It might be daydreaming, accelerating consumerism, praying for something else to a floating entity which may or may not exist. But for me, the vice I picked up, is stored in my cold and dark refrigerated space.
While I make my way over there, I need to reflect on the various ways of escaping the ever-beating drum of life. As I am excluded from this conversation, floating through time and space, I have my own ways of dealing with the immense pressure of the void. But this one I copied.
Its name is beer, and I produced my own. Because I have the time.