By Sean Keating
I watch the chip packet slowly emptying as each chip I place
into my mouth with great delight; the salt excites that bitter part of my
tongue; of savoury delight of the new bacon and egg flavoured chips swim down
my gullet. I HAVE BEEN DREAMING OF THIS FEAST FOR EIGHT YEARS.
Conceptually still in anticipatory state for the flavours
dreamed, now realty. As each mouthful my brain swimming, in a state of pure
tranquillity, the wait now over... The crunch of each chip between each bite...
flavours reaching chemical receptors, tongue stimulated as the shooting along
of each path of nerve cells talking to my brain, the chips are very moreish.
Mind, now Dickensian, pleads “Please sir, can I have some
more...” The answer is always yes until the packet has served a purpose, the
stomach now far from empty, as I look further at the T.V watching the movie
”Longitude”. Time passes by in its human definition talks to me of life and
existence.
The mind now refreshed with that feeling of calm with a
thirst of knowledge of history and of a journey within, of time. The now
restful state keeps going as my active mind watches the screen, as each detail
of each moment in time passes, preparing my head to accept the introduction of
improvement by adding new pathways.
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