Freud on Food

When I started this blog, I thought that if just one young man read it and made something nice for someone special then it would be mission accomplished.

Wishful thoughts. The food has become mere day residue for the unbewusste. A recent run on thanos, eros, and fungus has led to this condensation.Mark is playing at Mojo’s next Friday, go see.

I’m off to the country support a few friends chase their obsessions in this weekend’s Avon Descent so apologies for no adventures in food, instead an unfinished post from Augusta that was lying around.