Friday, 3 April 2009
Aftertaste
It could have been delicious, it could have been the cream of the cream in quality, it could have made every gland in your mouth burst out in song for the sheer delight of the experience, but if the flavour is followed by even the suggestion of bitterness, the moment is spoiled and the memory contaminated forever. Aftertaste is a killjoy.
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What did you eat?
Dad
Actually it wasn't a food at all... it was a class, kind of. Forgive the metaphor! I was feeling a little vague last night.
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