Monday, April 25, 2011

Food for Thought

Koraki and I left our home and monotone routine in order to go get some food. Every once in awhile we did this so that I would not take my own cooking for granted. Sometimes it was easy to forget the taste after you spend the time to make it. We did not stay in the resturant however. That was where I drew the line. If I was going to eat, I was not going to spend it around irrate waiters and self-concious strippers eating salads. Instead I took my to-go bag and walked out to the broken fountian. I split the food with Koraki and ate in silence. He was particularly quiet tonight. The air hung in suspence for one of his wise obsevations, but none came. I knew him well enough to leave him in the soliltude of his thoughts.