Breakfast today was Horizon organic milk with Froot Loops. There is something wrong in this picture.
On the other hand, perhaps not. It can be interpreted as the visible synthesis of the organic and the unnatural, a symbolic first step in the ever-closer relationship between man and machine, and so it is a deeply relevant cultural commentary.
On the third hand, that sounds very pretentious. Perhaps the organic milk is slowly turning me into a postmodernist critic.
On the fourth hand, where did I get so many hands? That’s the side effect of eating Froot Loops.