i find myself trying ever more radical executions of unsophisticated supper meals in an effort to somehow express the void I feel so acutely. today i tried this recipe:
Korean Samyang Fried Spicy Noodles
Ingredients: 1 packet of said instant noodles
Place packet in microwave oven.
Sit in chair facing the microwave and sit in it forever.
Think about how hungry you are.
When night falls, do not turn on the light.
while a void is expressed in this recipe, i am struck by its inapplicability to the bourgeois lifestyle. how can the eater recognise that the food denied him is instant noodles and not some other dish? i am becoming increasingly frustrated.