Appèl

First I will eat myself, then I will eat my mother and finally they will give me food. This will not last too long though, soon I will have to find my way in supermarkets and corner shops, market places and fish auctions. I will have to smell and feel, touch and rub, weigh and shake. Sometimes I will guess, take risks and entirely trust on my intuition. When tasting, the result of my choices will immediately become clear. At dinner parties I will explain, fight and say no. I will swap plates and sit next to indoor plants. During my travels I will carry my own fire on my back, walk for miles and not complain. I will stop alongside the path, cook the grain and smell the sweet vapour, hungrily eat it with my fingers. Then I will run to catch up with the others, for they ate snickers and kept on walking. In small far away cities I will learn local languages, talk to foreigners and search little streets, examine unknown maps, only to find a mama who wants to sell me honest food. If I ever end up in hospital, I will accept and struggle to get better, but being confined to the menu of the ill, I will count on You to bring me some brown rice and miso soup.