Iggy Pop, 1972 by Mick Rock: adorable.
You’re worried about getting things successfully done in order to attain some degree of self-worth. Your soul is for sale; You most likely deceive yourself in order to convince yourself. Letting go equals failing, isn’t that right? And you forget outstandingly well, don’t you? You forget that It takes admirable courage not only to try but also to gracefully give up.
They hear every single bite.
"Food" for thought: I see this as an obvious reason to discuss the anthropocentric privileging that goes into refraining from eating one form of life and not another. As it stands, vegetarianism is most often founded on the refusal to eat animals that remind us the most of ourselves. Ultimately, no matter what we eat, we are consuming life, living off an-"other" thing (or being’s) energy. To exist is to take the energy from another — to take life. This is very, very problematic and, as hyperbolic as it sounds, we might consider that the only way to truly refrain from causing harm, or pain, is to cease "being" (and consuming) altogether: an inconvenient perspective that would completely reframe the discourse on suicide, traditionally seen as immoral, as perhaps the only moral choice.