every little piggy went to market
March 27, 2008 by justinhahn
i went walking one day in my village. I wandered down to the backside of town; the empty streets where the traditional market is held every five days. i saw a truck and smelled shit and thought: ah, a truck on the way back from the abitoir. but it was on the way.
i was depressed but, strangely, these pigs cheered me up. i can’t begin to say why.
i think the pigs were drugged, because they just lay there. only one moved and only one oinked. i think they’re galbi by now.
They’re drugged with food and lack of stimulation. My father owns and tends a farm in Waimanalo. He refused to keep pigs because they’re just so depressing to look at. He said it was a little like looking into a mirror.
Whoa, I didn’t know my WordPress.com account would work here. Then again I don’t know why it wouldn’t.
I’m really tired.