Om nom nom nom bye bye.
Tasty tasty, yumyum.
A bowl of fresh raw sparkly juicy luscious ikura.
Yours truly here is very happy.
But I feel like more of a sinner letting you go.
People pursue greener pastures and bluer skies. I shouldn't start making judgements about whether I have been "overrating" or taking things "too seriously".
It's much easier to indulge in simple physical pleasures like RAW SALMON ROE. It's like a dozen mini flavour-burst when I squeeze the mouthful of sin for a bit, then the little balls implodes and all the juices flood over my tongue. Then I play around with the sensations a bit, and then finally I slide it all down my esophagus with an ahh-inducing gulp.
AAAHHHH.
The moutfeel is enough to satisfy all my childhood fantasies of bubble-wrap crushing. The ocrean-fresh taste can send me to heaven.
It is a very superficial and hedonistic pleasure. I can attempt to overwrite parting sorrows like this, like some people smear ikura on their bread. Does it make it easier to swallow?
I don't know but when I played with a spoon those half-forgone fishy lives resting my bowl, I thought they looked like teardrops; their saltiness taste like too.