The Lamp Magazine | The Devourer
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On gluttony.
I’ve found it’s easier if I pretend chicken breast is something other than food. The reason this lightly damp, off-white material looks and tastes the way it does is that it’s a kind of foam insulation. It’s made of wood pulp. It’s made of ethylene-vinyl acetate. It’s made of recycled mattresses. They spray it out of a nozzle. Whatever it is, I need to pack as much of this insulating gunk into my body as possible, for medical reasons. The most efficient way to incorporate it is through the mouth. Which is why I stand in front of the fridge, picking lightly slimy sectors of cooked chicken…
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