We want intentional loving. We want purpose and meaning and those intangible things that human beings chase after their whole lives.
I sat in an Indian restaurant, with a plateful of buffet food not-so-neatly arranged. Behind me, a white guy in a white T-shirt was enjoying his meal. He seemed well-travelled, and unlike me, this didn’t seem like his first time here.
I had my back against him, but before I had sat, I had thrown my eyes in his direction. He munched with confidence, there was no shyness about it. He ate like an hungry man who also valued image, but not to the extent that he would deny himself the pleasure of scrapping the spoon against the plate and letting out that sound. Continue reading “The Bitter Sweet Lunch”