“A woman plans to leave the marital home for the weekend to visit her parents, opening a two-day window of freedom for the man. In the build-up to the event, the man imagines the debauched possibilities he could indulge in and get away with. The weekend becomes a beacon of hope. Yet when Saturday finally comes, the orgy of vices never transpires, and he finds himself eating a greasy curry in bed.

Why would a grown man subconsciously associate junk food and poor hygiene with freedom? Because he is a nihilistic hedonist - he just doesn’t know it yet.”
Neil Boorman

From Sex, death & hunger: war stories from the front lines of the gastro revolution, in Manzine n°3, p.24