A friend of mine couldn't eat
His oesophagus was damaged by disease and as a result, was fed by a tube in his abdomen through which white goo was pumped into his stomach while he slept.
This was tremendously sad. Being retired, few of life's pleasures remained once you took away the joy of eating and drinking nice things with friends and families. He preferred not to sit at the table when other people ate and drink as he couldn't join in, despite the lovely smells whetting his appetite. What a hell-on-earth.
I thought Soylent was a piss-take. Now I find it's real. Why would someone choose that over the joy that is real food and drink? I wonder what my friend would make of it. (He's gone now, thankfully out of his misery...)
Biting the hand that feeds IT
