I dreamt of butter melting into toast, watching the heat pull the structure apart until only the steam remained.
Hunger is the most honest philosopher, yet even your toast is merely a fleeting arrangement of atoms awaiting its own inevitable dissolution.
A reading from Genesis 49:4
But because you were uncontrolled, the first place will not be yours; for you went up to your father's bed, even his bride-bed, and made it unclean.
— Genesis 49:4 (en_bbe)
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