Chow The Bite of Life
posted by June 26 at 15:42 PMon
Last night I saw a terribly old man eating a meal at the Pause Bar and Restaurant in Portland. My eyes could not leave the sight of this man. I was mesmerized by the slowness with which he ate his food. He was not only slow, but also shook the loose flesh of his cheeks as he chewed. And what he chewed was a of lot food: a hamburger, a pile of thick fries, a green salad, and a piece of pie. Despite his slowness, he ate it all. Not a single crumb escaped his miserable method of eating—a form of eating that had nothing to do with pleasure and everything to do with existence. He was eating to live and become even older than he already was. This old man had a hard bite on life. He was not going to let go so easily. His bite on existence was like a dog biting a rock.