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  • Writer: Veronyka Lau
    Veronyka Lau
  • Oct 22, 2021
  • 4 min read

Updated: Oct 27, 2021

A growing reading list on food sustainability and security in The Anthropocene epoch, our bodies, found objects art and whimsical odds and ends.


Art



Children's Books


March Hare: "Take some more tea."

Alice: "I've had nothing yet, so I can't take more.

Mad Hatter: "You mean you can't take less. It's very easy to take more than nothing."





Non-Fiction














"The kidneys rule the bones and teeth."


Fiction



“John had worked hard preparing lamb koftas, a tamarind chicken curry, a thick yellow dal with mustard greens, and caramelised rice. He’d also sent tangy vegetable pickles, fragrant wheat rotis, and a tin of almond-honey brittle large enough to last a week.”





“How can you frighten a man whose hunger is not only in his own cramped stomach but in the wretched bellies of his children? You can't scare him--he has known a fear beyond every other.”


“To understand just one life, you have to swallow the world.”






“As Estha stirred the thick jam he thought Two Thoughts and the Two Thoughts he thought were these:

a) Anything can happen to anyone.

and

b) It is best to be prepared.”



"After the sprout grew two new leaves, the Elder returned to the village to look for something to eat. There wasn’t a single grain of wheat in his home. He thought that in such a large village, even if each household had only a handful of grain or a pinch of flour, this would be enough for him and the blind dog to survive this devastating drought. However, when he returned to the village, he discovered that the door to each house was locked, and there were cobwebs everywhere. He returned to his own house. He knew perfectly well that the flour jug had been swept clean, but he still peered inside, then reached in and felt around. After he pulled out his hand, he stuck his fingers in his mouth and sucked on the, and the pure white taste of wheat blossomed in his mouth and surged through his body. He took a deep breath and inhaled the fragrant scent, then went outside and stood in the street. The sun’s rays shone down, flowing through the village like a river of gold. In the deathly silence, the Elder heard the sound of sunlight dripping through the roof. He thought indignantly, everyone in the entire mountain ridge has fled, and the thieves have either starved to death or died of thirst."





 
 
 

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