Disquieting delicacies.

 While I dug into this sumptuous spread, I couldn't help thinking what the children were having for dinner. Gazing forlornly at the wastage of unfinished food I really couldn't resist feeling so helpless. Such is how the world's resources are distributed so unequally to an extent that buying power matters more than everyone's equal rights to live a good life, or the necessity that the young should be nurtured.

Perhaps there are times to let go of melancholy, yet I felt that the thought built a fortress, barricading me from the surrounding revelry. Then perhaps oblivion and/or indifference can be really useful.