Nawazu

He can't fathom the difference between food and air. In his throat are two pipes, but he doesnt know how to send the right stuff down which pipe and this is the reason that his life will be shorter. It seems almost fortunate, this kind of yummy misreading of the world. Does this also mean that the air tastes like chocolate covered fruit to him sometimes? Can air actually carry all that he needs, are there useful nutrients just freely floating around in the breeze, enough carbs, proteins, enough pottassium that he is now low on. The fault is not his misreading, his hopeful discrepancy, that food is as easily available as air, that what fills his lungs is real and meaningful and not illusive. The fault is that the world is not how he imagines it, the fault is ours.