Suspension bridges of meat...

I have a friend who went through a period where he could only see animated skeletons instead of living human beings. We all process mortality in our own ways, particularly when we're young, and almost convinced of our immortality.

Lately, when I look at four-legged animals, I see suspension bridges from which hang various forms of furry meatloaf. This illusion became especially pronounced at the Page Museum with this weirdly Disney-fied Smilodon exhibit. Meat is murder, but (some) meat is also delicious/nutritious... what to do?