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The Philosophy of Ice Cream

Ice cream is very serious business. It is as serious as delight. Delight does not have much time so rather than sitting it around, it goes around playing its sound and dreaming of change and when delight shows its face, everyone becomes filled with play, dreams and joy.

Delight has no voice so when delight becomes the sun- joy sings their favourite song and dream holds everyone- it is only play that lets the feelings of itself enter the temporal world in drips and drops. They share themselves through ice cream and everything sweet.  Delight only lasts as long as a second. Delight is the feeling of sun, warming your eyes.

You can’t take it. You will burn, if you held it too close. If your retinas, know all it can hold. How can you hold a feeling that runs into heat whenever it meets anything that exists?  

The philosophy of ice cream is just this.

Photography by Nova.

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A taste. A flavour.

A passing glint,

Complexity mingles

The pleasure, the desperation,

Tingles.

 

You appoint the giver of youth.

You need, the delight,

Its momentary flight,

Over to soon.

Nirvana in taste, marvellous trice,

The giggles ripple, plentiful,

In truth.

 

Beauty leaves.

Too hungry, you consume.

 

The cracklings of bones,

 You moan.

Its ambiguity is its true shape-

Held, but never in place,

It desires. It wants.  

To be moved, with licks, of willed freedom.

It rolls to its inevitable end.

Temporality is true clarity.

Hysteria and folly, in the summers haze,

The winter’s pleasure and a spring treat,

It moves quickly,

I forget my place, as ice cream rolls down my fingers and I lick it away.

Art work by @lumchen