I had this weird thought last night when I was thinking about burgers.

It was in the middle of the night and I began to think about burgers. Why do I like them? Why do I crave them?

I was thinking of how much I love the way it’s so compact, the way it fits my hand, and all the flavor in one bite.

But, it got me thinking.

What if I got the same burger but got a different burger.

It’s like your holding a piece of burger when your not sure about the flavor.

It feels like your holding a certain type of uncertainty.

It feels like I’m in control of the uncertainty at the same time I’m certain that it’s a burger.

I don’t even know what the fuck I’m talking about at this point.

What I’m trying to say is that eating a burger is like talking control of uncertainty in some form of way or another.

Maybe that’s the reason why I like burgers in the first place.

Nah, who am I kidding. I like burger because they’re fucking awesome.