A few days ago I made some rice, and was starting to eat it when I stopped; I stared at it, put down my fork, almost felt like gagging, and then walked away.
I didn't walk away just because it was food, but because of what it looked like.
A few weeks ago I was cleaning a dish, i don't remember what it was, and i guess it was REALLY old because things had started to grow - gross things, really gross things.
So the rice was brown, but it still looked...gross.
I don't know what happened to make me see rice this way, but now I do.
And it's really weird.
But a little comforting.
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