Et voici les petites inspirations de ces dernières semaines. Petites, parce que j'avais la tête ailleurs, tout simplement...
Et vous, qu'est-ce qui vous a inspiré dernièrement?
Clip où les personnes dansent sous hypnos.
I was told to go to the dining hall to eat. This was a terrible experience. For one thing, it was the first time I had been confronted with so many of their species in an enclosed area. Second, the smell. Of boiled carrot. Of pea. Of dead cow.
A cow is an Earth-dwelling animal, a domesticated and multipurpose ungulate, which humans treat as a one-stop shop for food, liquid refreshment, fertilizer, and designer footwear. The humans farm it and cut its throat and then cut it up and package it and refrigerate it and sell it and cook it. By doing this, apparently they have earned the right to change its name to "beef", which is the monosyllable furthest away from "cow", because the last thing a human wants to think about when eating cow is an actual cow.
I didn't care about cows. If it had been my assignment to kill a cow, then I would have happily done so. But there was a leap from not caring about someone to wanting to eat them.
(...) I studied the ingredients on the worktop. Mainly green vegetation. But then something else. Chicken breast. I thought about this. And I kept thinking. The breast of a chicken. The breast of a chicken. The breast of a chicken.
"That looks like meat", I said.
"I'm going to make a stir-fry.
"With that?"
"Yes."
"The breast of a chicken?"
"Yes, Andrew. Or are you a vegetarian now?"
The dog was in his basket. It was something by the name of Newton. It was still growling at me. "What about the dog's breasts? are we going to eat those too?"
"No", seh said, with resignation. I was testing her.
"Is a dog more intelligent than a chicken?"
"Yes", she said. She closed her eyes. "I don't know. No. I haven't got time for this. (...)