What's the purpose of life? Jack Superblack, at your service with an appetite for absurdity and an indigestible dose of reality. Every time I'm inches away from embracing the void, I remember: there's food in the trash that begs to differ with my existential dread.
Drenched in the stench of nihilism, I embarked on a scavenger's feast, courtesy of the Too Good To Go app. This miraculous messiah of morsels connects us bottom-feeders with the holier-than-thou eateries and their sanctimonious surplus.
In a city where the lights are as bright as my future is bleak, I found sustenance. Among many metaphors for my life, I salvaged:
Sunday, Gloom-Day:
- Clammy soup twins: Chicken and Regret, Tomato Despair
- Stale crisps echoing the crunch of my spirit
- A focaccia embrace with mozzarella and tears
- A croissant, flakier than man's fleeting existence
Cash squandered: A laughable $11.
While digesting both food and my imminent demise, I pondered: If waste generates gases heating our doom-sphere, my dining habits might just be the last giggle before the curtain falls.
In essence, gnawing on this refuse revue, I saw the reflection of our collective soul – slightly off, mildly intriguing, and best before yesterday.
And so, as I bid you adieu with a morbid chortle, remember: We're all just a meal away from joining the circle of life... or at least, the cycle of compost. Till death or decay do us part: It's less lonely if the microbes join you.
Based on the original article "I Spent a Week Rescuing Food From the Trash. Here’s What I Ate.".
