I always expected to experience the world with words
Document each adventure with the scrawl of black ink
But as I was fated, instead I experience with taste
The fresh smooth flavour of uncooked salmon
The savoury delight of spice in the afternoon market
The pungent bite of sewer, or durian, I never quite know,
The dull catching flavour of early morning smog.
So many variations to dance across my taste buds,
Startling, disgusting, delighting!
The world is just delicious!