Madness & Memoria: A Serving Suggestion

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Three years and nineteen unsuccessful college applications later, (with another ten to go), I still can't tell the difference between a prospectus and a box of cereal.

It's funny because they both offer good times, personal growth (even the horizontal kind) and a fresh start to your day and future. They are all ample and abundance. And there's always enough milk, cereal and personal growth to go around.

What their faces don't tell you is that you're accruing credit and calories, the American way. There's something about living on credit and feeding off calories that's undeniably addicting. They never satisfy desire, but exasperate it. It's a fascinating predicament, and can be seen erupting on Wall Street every now and then.

Speaking of Wall Street, let's not forget cheat meals! And the confessionals that follow, after. No priest at the booth this time, but your personal trainer/doctor/therapist. Also known as the priest at the booth. Only this booth looks more like a counter with a cashier at the till. Guilt sells. And self actualization sells long before it ever pays back.

That priceless education, sunshine and invaluable experience gained whilst canopied in the shadow of an appropriately Medieval Gothic spire or Baroque building, is going to make you pay out of your ass.

The devil is, afterall, in the details (I hear they're calling it 'texture' too).

Some cereals are kinder, and recognizing this, care to mention in the finest of print:

ENLARGED TO SHOW TEXTURE;

CONTENTS MAY HAVE SETTLED DURING SHIPPING