Lunch update: I have finished my first sandwich.
"Please describe in horrific detail"
A turkey died. I could not begin to guess when. Its meat along with many plant matters were mashed, processed, and infused with chemical pastiches that optimize to pleasant, if unhealthy flavor. These mixtures individually have no object in my mind, or in the mind of any human. And yet they were joined on my plate, attached by friction and viscosity, ready to be consumed. They were always ready.