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“Instead of loving a human being for his hunger, we love him as food for ourselves. We love like cannibals. To love purely is to love the hunger in a human being.” (Simone Weil, First and Last Notebooks)
A donut sits on flesh-like satin, half-material, half-spectral on the terrace of gluttony and temperance. The wages and weight of sin, thrills glazed, staged, and sugary. What is gluttony, anyway? Moving through the deadly sins and spending morning after morning with Dante…