The ubiquity of burnt flesh

[sawyl]

Walking through the office this morning, I was struck by heavy aroma of burning animal flesh pervading the building. My opening works, on meeting vincel were, I believe, "My God, but this place reeks like a charnel house!" But no sooner were my remarks made than I noticed that my colleague was in the process of surreptitiously munching down a bacon sandwich.

Then I discovered that (a) outer space smells like fried steak; and (b) some artists are using meat as their medium of choice — is it just me or does the guy in the meat suit remind anyone else of Odin Quincannon?

It's days like this that make me glad I'm a veggie.