And inside a restaurant was me.
With my mom, various people and some
more folks of about the same status
as everyone else.
They were loud.
I just realized that they were
occupying all the space by their voices.
chit-chats and things with a serious tone.
I realized i had become deaf.
Woah. For a minute there.
It was crazy not to realize that you couldn't distinguish what is noise from normalcy.
I took all of this in a funny way.
I started to feel the inadequacy of my kidneys to hold a great deal of pee, and i stood up.
Then, I saw a strange truck full of cows thru the meshed screen doors of that popular barbeque restaurant.
My feet were so itchy that i mysteriously somehow brought myself near the truck. i felt the odd suffering of the cows inside the cramped truck.
it wasn't pity, it was something else I couldn't understand.
Their eyes, were definitely more beautiful than those in the animes. However, their look was the same as filipinos bound due to poverty.
Unfree. By uneducation and by sloth.
These animals, tied by orange ropes that slowly fade as they rub tightly against the
mouth and neck of the cows. Looked only as if they were only made for human consumption, thus giving anybody who has the desire to use cows as means for trade the right to treat them anyhow practically. It was like nazi shit in that truck you know. Cows slowly being trampled upon, blacking out, revived by being splashed water on, while
shit is smudged everywhere around them.
this pain. This sighting. Is so
Vivid. And trivial to begin with, but slowly bothered me. I wanted to be a vegetarian on a whim. And I understood why those vegetarian folks do the way they do.
Some wish thats far from happening.
Phone's ringing.
Mum's looking for me.
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