|Dimensions||8.5 × 31.5 cm|
Round, soft, bright white.
It reminds me of those sweets of yesteryear hidden in the library, stuffed with sugar in the shape of little Jesus. The barely perceptible patterns, the faded colors, the tastes all identical. Childish pleasure to indulge cavities while salad is much better for life.
It is therefore once again a paradox of consumption and ultimately a lure. Stone born of plastic. Plastic, useful but not necessary for washing your salad, which is good for body and soul but over-consumed, dangerous for your balance.
And if we got lost in the slang analogy of a fenced cloister for a prisoner, how would this story end? The human dreaming of sweets while spinning his lettuce at a high price and sighing to be under the yoke of our modern cages.