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Being a cultural critic is ever so taxing. Everyone demands so much of me. I am always expected to say something influential and meaningful. Today I'm simply not in the mood. Last night I ate questionable sushi from the lovely Milton Marketplace. This experience has inspired a certain amount of questions. Such as... What is the meaning of life and why is raw fish ever so tempting? In the end I came to the conclusion that life, contrary to popular belief, is not like a box of chocolates. Life is like the spicy tuna roll from the fruit center. Almost delicious when fresh and devastating when old and tired. Sometimes ginger can mask that questionable-ness of the sushi but nonetheless it remains.

Peace Love and Special Sauce