“They give you a bowl of dirty salt that someone splashed urine on and call it a salad. Salt is great. I am indifferent to urine, except in my food. Anyway, this isn’t a salad. I don’t know what to say. The dirt just sits there in the bowl with the salt and the urine splashes. Everyone is celebrating this as if it was Christmas or Maitreya or something. I am not smiling.”

— overheard nearby