Tuesday, February 3, 2015

The Art of Rambling

What do I mean by the Art of Rambling? I mean the art of being able to continue on in a thought that is both unprecedented and unrestricted. I mean being willing to accept the first words that come to your mind as both well-intentioned and meaningful, despite that at first glance they may seem lacking in both sense and beauty. I mean being able to say something like "oatmeal is like a roller coaster" and "rolling" with it despite the audacity of such a comparison, which is precisely what I did when I encountered the seeming "slip-of-the-tongue", which could be the only possible explanation for such an absurd assertion.

But this isn't just any oatmeal we're talking about - it is a work of art. It is a presentation of what I affirm to be the best compilation of condiments to ever ornament such a measly brand of porridge. We're talking a crown of raspberry sauce, sprinkled with shreds of coconut, adorned by a ring of walnuts, and consummated with a shake of salt.





As you take the first bite, the gooey porridge gives way, allowing your tongue to sink in, in much the same way your stomach sinks and then all but drops out as you step on the ride, pull down on the harness and hear the click as it locks in place. The warmth of the raspberries relaxes your palate like the warming rays of sun that brush your skin as the cart emerges from the covering and rounds the corner, gradually picking up speed. You bite down and the walnuts crunch against your teeth like the clickity-clack of the cart as it trugs slowly up the tracks. Then comes the coconut, that sweet rush of wind as the cart plummets down the track with a gush of speed. As all else melts away you're left with the bitter sweet tang of a speckling of salt, its savor as entirely unexplainable as the mix of fear, relief and thrill that's pounding in your chest as the ride comes to a stop. It is that ultimate satisfaction that leaves you paradoxically dissatisfied in your bottomless craving for more.

Candidly,
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