Statement
My stuffed and snooty nose has left me without taste. It is not that I”m French but nothing is without ridicule. Everyday I consciously eat and chew through our landscape, whatever is left or that I spit out is the only thing that seems to affect my lack of taste. Although I don’t always swallow, my body continues to absorb the essence of both the plebeian and the vulgarity of haut monde. The only sense I feel is empathy. In nosing through the smorgasbord of the delectable palate that surrounds us, these are the tender morsels I am left with. I’ve been told to look past my nose but this cliché is all that lingers.
My stuffed and snooty nose has left me without taste. It is not that I”m French but nothing is without ridicule. Everyday I consciously eat and chew through our landscape, whatever is left or that I spit out is the only thing that seems to affect my lack of taste. Although I don’t always swallow, my body continues to absorb the essence of both the plebeian and the vulgarity of haut monde. The only sense I feel is empathy. In nosing through the smorgasbord of the delectable palate that surrounds us, these are the tender morsels I am left with. I’ve been told to look past my nose but this cliché is all that lingers.
