There are clouds on the horizon that forebode ill, either that or your glasses probably need a bit of a wipe. Anyway, what harm can befall one so adept in the ways of the steak and kidney pie as your very self. A person who has walked all the aisles of your local DIY emporium and not felt that shiver of fear that lesser mortals feel when approaching the grouting implements, and that great weight of existentialist dread that lies so heavy on the human soul when forced to contemplate the sheer terror of the fitted kitchen displays.
Could, should, a human life ever face such levels of idealised perfection, should we be forced to bear witness to something so ideal, so perfect, that our own kitchens look so tawdry and inadequate in comparison. A vision that lays bare for us all our inadequacies and failures that have allowed us to fall so far short of culinary engineering perfection.
In simpler times, humanity comforted itself with the illusions of heavens and paradises to come after this nasty, brutish and short life was brought to a close, mostly likely in a excessively violent and bloody manner. These days instead we have these displays, adverts, for the ideal – and idealised – home. A paradise here on Earth that could be ours if only we were deemed worthy – credit-worthy, even – for entry into such a heaven.
Indeed, we are blessed to be alive in such an age.
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