NATURE_Morte
_questioning my own relationship to death through the examination of a frozen shrimp
When does a dead being becomes meat to our eyes ?
Unlike a smooth hamburger patty, the frozen shrimp doesn’t hide its origin. It stares at us, from the bottom of our plate with its dark empty eyes. Is it asking for recognition ?
It’s colorful and delicate beauty lies, inert, at the mercy of our hungry fingers.
So little meat in such a glorious shell.
Was it really worth it ?
Unlike a smooth hamburger patty, the frozen shrimp doesn’t hide its origin. It stares at us, from the bottom of our plate with its dark empty eyes. Is it asking for recognition ?
It’s colorful and delicate beauty lies, inert, at the mercy of our hungry fingers.
So little meat in such a glorious shell.
Was it really worth it ?
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