He’d become famous for writing an opera about a salad shooter. I guess it had connected with the audience as a metaphor on the human condition. I went to see it and here are my thoughts.
Act I - six minutes and fourteen seconds
In the beginning the salad shooter is a proud present that is used with much joy.
- You are born and learn how to fuck.
Act II - twelve hours and forty three minutes
The salad shooter is happy but all it does anymore is cut carrots and celery, celery and carrots, carrots and celery, celery and carrots. And once a radish.
- You settle into mid-life routine and are bored shitless.
Act III - three minutes even
The salad shooter’s attachment breaks and its thrown into a cupboard and forgotten.
- You die.
Act IV - one minute and thirty two seconds
The salad shooter is sold at a garage sale for one dollar and purchased by a man who takes it home and puts the salad shooter in his ass.
- The afterlife… (sorry)
