The Philosopher and the Cook (#1)

How can you believe any of it? My, weren’t we all full of hopes and dreams, and thoughts that finally, we’re young enough to afford to be different, irreverent. Idealistic. We’ve seen the names change, one by one, two, three… and in the time that we’ve had to be idealistic, everything’s already disappeared.

Really though, there’s not really any point of chasing up with this. Sometimes, it feels like a high stack of cards with irrelevant names and numbers. Half the things pinned on our walls don’t really exist anymore. Don’t get us wrong though – you’re more than welcome to join this ineffable cycle of the same exact things. Nothing’s changed at all – just a different stretch of road, a different coat of paint, and a different way to pass a few more transient months.

But don’t you feel a little silly now? Fathoming synonyms – there are really only so many ways for you to say “simple”. Uncluttered. Stripped-down. Homestyle. Intrinsic. Fuss-free. Hell, it’s all semantics. But then again, if you thought you could get away with that, why is it such a surprise that they thought so too?

Borrow this verb from there; take this seasoning from here. Be inspired by a certain turn of phrase; pay tribute to a particular family of flavours. Parody a literary work; it’s a playful take on a classic item.

Can’t you see the light now?