2004-09-10 - 10:31 a.m.
It's 10:30 and I have to make my lunch decisions now.
I have no idea what I want. Fast Food, Pizza, Gas Station. There are too many options. Everything sounds good because I'm hungry. And it's too early to eat.
These are my new conundrums because the real issues I face are too frightening. And so lunch becomes a metaphor I suppose. It's good, because food deals with survival and the capitolistic nature of our society is represented by the options I face. And perhaps by making this small choice I'll be enboldened to make other ones.
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