Vegetarianism

I took up vegetarianism a couple of months ago. I have always held great respect for vegetarians. With the exception of when I was in grade four and first encountered the concept. At that time I thought it was weird. More recently, I considered it a compelling, albeit impractical diet.

What finally provoked me to take up arms, or rather lay down meat, was the PETA “Meet your Meat” video. Not only did it seem unnecessarily cruel to eat food produced in factory farms, but the quality of the food must be abysmal.

Being antisocial facilitates the lifestyle change. I am well aware how annoying it can be to accommodate people with dietary restrictions. Or any restrictions for that matter.

Being in a city with herbivorous menu options facilitates the lifestyle change. New York City is very tolerant of peripheral behaviour. The other day a theatrical group was rehearsing inside the ATM alcove of the bank from which I chose to withdraw funds.

For the first month of being vegetarian, I hardly noticed any physical, psychic or emotional change. Now I feel a little lighter, maybe more energetic, and I am sick of falafel. Besides that, no big changes. So be wary of those brochures that say you can make thousands of dollars in passive income every day by signing up ten friends.

Is There Anybody Out There?

Winter has thawed in New York to reveal the gum stains, tourists, and my progressively cynical outlook upon life. I still like writing and taking pictures, in theory. In fact, I even took a bunch of pictures on my way to work one day to expose my concrete journey.

I get the sinking feeling, however, that there is too much to consume, too much to produce, and weak signals get lost in the fray.

Despite that, I may poke this machine once or twice such that it build a touch of momentum like a snowball on the decline.

Novelty is my life blood. Cruelty is the abstract determination of circumstance to deprive me of it.