Pix Along The Way

For a long time I have engaged with many creative arts. In the criticism and those communities there’s a descriptor for many of the lackluster creations. Meant to describe the absence of any passion or care from a human. Uninspired made only for the creators vanity, or made for profit. That was soulless, and for a while it was a hard thing to relate to. I could grasp just a little bit what they were saying as whatever they had described lacked to move me at all. However I was never fully immersed in their descriptor. Until one day it came to me, an experience with a creation that one could only fully describe as a husk of human joy, a shallow imitation of a pleasant experience. I was hungry and lazy, I ordered pizza. In my foolishness I had assumed that the forgetfulness of the taste of Domino’s had been a lapse in experience, in reality it was a lesson in desiring less than you know about, and the curses that can come with that. I got it, and in a quick succession I took a bite, to describe it as cardboard does this pizza justice. I was overcome with horror to find out that these “cheese like product” with texture of play-doh and the taste of disappointment. Even as a cheese pizza, mysterious onion-like tasteless chunks were found in the pizza. I can only imagine what those things were used for, but I will never want to bite into something like that hidden within the familiarity of a cheese pizza. I can only summarize it in one crushing word, soulless. God it was soulless. And to this day whenever someone says a piece of work is soulless, I am unfortunately reminded of the grave mistake I made to get domino’s on that fateful. I can only end this with a warning that what you don’t know is good for you.