12092017 – Pudding

Today’s cafeteria lunch was the prelude to an interview with two scholars. After fetching the main onto my tray, on my way to the cutlery, I was asked by one of them if I would like any pudding. Looking at my tray, reassured I had enough, I shook my head.

Then as we chatted at lunch, I saw a girl not far from us having finished her main and cutting her chinky pink-ish cheesecake slice with a fork and with no sign of eagerness on her face, as if she was only fulfilling an obligation that had been empowered by her own greed early on. Had the slice of cake had a mind, I wonder whether it would have liked being eaten without giving its eater pleasure or being left intact in the bin.

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