Hearing my gut toss and turn is not something I want to hear right now, and I’m not so I don’t know where I’m going with this.

I think I need to think of something else.

Hearing the exceptional terror of space as one floats away into an endless void is not something I want to hear right now, but maybe it’s a good cure for tinnitus, or at least a good mask. Might take a while though. Might get bored.

Where was I going?

Oh, right.

So yo-u know how there’s sauce and there’s pepper, and generally it’s not a good idea to mix pepper with sauce unless the sauce is some sort of pepper-based sauce, such as peppercorn sauce which doesn’t have any corn in it? Well, who is to say that I shouldn’t mix more pepper with sauce? Who is going to stop me? I’m allowed to play god is I so want; I’m an artist!

Oh, sure, those people that work at the restaurants say that I’m making a scene but all I’m doing is trying to create something new and beautiful. I don’t need their scorn and condemnation. It is they who do not understand that the only way forward is to make sure that everyone engages in this experimenting.

One day, one day they’ll see! But until then I will wear their ridicule and scorn as though it is a badge of honour, for these philistines will eventually come around and when they do they will have conveniently forgotten what they did to me and what they told me, and it is then when I will strike. I will wait; I will bide my time, but strike I will and unprepared they will be, and then it is I who will hold the last laugh aloft, above all heavens whilst those who were deniers and preventers will be prostate at my very presence, but they shall not remember. Even in their fealty they shall not remember.

Then I will reveal it all and they will know and they will not be able to revel in their pride but rather be engulfed by their shame, for the error of their ways will be apparent to all and they will have no choice but to reflect on their actions and the denial of the truth. They will have no choice but to resolve the conflict that now exists between the idea of who they are and who they are, and they will end up better for it, and more respectful the next time they even dare consider snubbing their noses at someone who is bringing the culinary world forward through their daring and cunning.

Until that time comes, however, I shall continue to work and bring more pepper to sauce unless I somehow end up hearing the exceptional terror of space as I float away into an endless void. If that happens then I might have more important things that I’d need to deal with beforehand.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 08:11:15

Bit of a messy start but I like where this went. Just silly stuff but really fun to write.

Written at home.