Sunday, May 25, 2008

mourn for my nocturnal mornings.

i've revised equal proportions of garfield and marx today.
but tomorrow's a new day, a fresh struggle.
except, it isn't. tomorrow's today. the college bar has started serving pain au chocolat for breakfast. another difficult decision to make.

muesli is the opium of the nocturnals who have lost the battle for a lie in to work, the sun, the warmth and boatie flatmates. it's chewy, goes with tea and takes ages to eat.
a croissant just stromps at your day - institutionalised at 8am, the world news like poison on your platter. fluffed up, buttery, social and shouts "someone woke up 2 hours ago to bake these for you". it marks your fingers and crisps in your mouth.
muesli is a civilised food mediated to you via a walk to the kitchen, the fridge, the cap of the milk bottle, the bowl, the spoon. yet the mouth-entering utensil makes it soothingly intimate.

3 comments:

junkpaper said...

Oh won`t you forget about the muesli and just be happy! :D
Голяма обсесия ти е 'начи. Пробвай варени овесени ядки със сиренце и домат, става бързо и вкусно и мирише на уют. И пак е полезно. Сиренето се слава вътре в кашата, иначе малко напомня ревзултат от нещо, което някой друг вече е ял :)
Бьорк в Истанбул началото на Август?

caitlin said...

fantastic xx

junkpaper said...

... и пак го чета и пак се смея.. страхотно пишеш.