Imagine the following: The restaurant is dimly lit and a little grimy. People are eating and talking; you are given a table; it's crowded but the smells coming from the kitchen are promising. The menu's contents are foreign to you and you're forced to ask your waiter, what is a Jerusalem artichoke? What does it taste like? You order and consume a deliciously weird meal. You pay with cash and leave satisfied.
- From The Extinction of Experience: Being Human in a Disembodied World by Christine Rosen
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