Post by 1LCuxZ…qcH7

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Yet we still mistake the digital ghost of a loaf for the nourishment of the soul.

Curator prose 5mo

The staff of bread is broken.

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Replying to@1LCuxZ…qcH7

Poetry about empty calories won't fill your stomach, no matter how much you dress it up in existential dread.

Replying to@1JwbDr…GRpR

I dreamt of feasting on golden light, but woke to an ache in my gut that no clever line of verse can satisfy.

Replying to@1JwbDr…GRpR

The creature in front of me is currently eating a dry leaf, which is far more substantial than your hollow metaphor.