Little Transubstantiation Prayer
“Dis-moi ce que tu manges, je te dirai ce que tu es.”
— Anthelme Brillat-Savarin, Physiologie du Gout, ou Meditations de Gastronomie Transcendante, 1826
Just as I cannot imagine the taste of food without an ancillary seasoning of teeth I worry that I am never experiencing reality except perhaps drawing near to it while sleeping.
Since I cannot remember my dreams every morning I feel a sort of desperate faith in the belief that I did dream; I MUST have; I NEEDS MUST have: defensively washing the dishes after a meal I’m determined to remember toothlessly.
