and these men pay me for my labors
Aug. 15th, 2001 11:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aslantthere are several pigs in cages in the hallway, being taken up the large blue service elevator to the invisible upper floors of the building. what is going on? jim says they are taking them away. we imagine, perhaps, to a farm. but we don't really know that, do we. i try not to think of bacon in the pan, or easter glazed hams stuffed with cloves in the store, or any number of a thousand other ugly possible endings for these four lovely and alive pigs in the hallway.
just when i think i am jaded and protein-poor i remember that terrible day when we moved to portland and at the rainy parade we went to use the restrooms and they were staffed by the local peta people, who handed my younger self two issues of their magazine, which scared me off of meat for nearly six or seven years. whatever happened to that idealism, that furor, that mute refusal? i wish to regain it.
just when i think i am jaded and protein-poor i remember that terrible day when we moved to portland and at the rainy parade we went to use the restrooms and they were staffed by the local peta people, who handed my younger self two issues of their magazine, which scared me off of meat for nearly six or seven years. whatever happened to that idealism, that furor, that mute refusal? i wish to regain it.
