Meat always belongs to winners. Already split, only skin remains. Dotted lines are sea routes appointed between the lands on this white Sea. Nothing talks as blunt about the history of conquest, appointing new trails as slaughtering animals or murdering people. Which war could happen without flesh?
Also today – we harvest the forests aggressively to establish new plantations and farms to consume desired burgers made from a cow which never had a chance to take a green-grass walk as if it doesn’t really deserve it.
Or maybe these lines are just an automated stitch projecting someone’s new leather jacket .
The fact, how much costs one kilo of pork meat shows who is the real looser.
Inexpensive death is not commanding respect.
But still it has spare advantage – feeling that we are in power.
My sight immediately runs into brightness.