Here is a picture of the inside of my refrigerator at the moment. Is this what writing does to you? Leaves you with so much cold, white space to feed your starving artistic temperament?
Although I was pretty startled to look in there and see it so empty, I think this is the inevitable quiet accumulation of the effect that a few simple lifestyle choices has had. I wake up to the fact that my core convictions have slowly turned against everything that the fridge stands for to the point that it stands virtually empty. I suppose when you give up meat and dairy the fridge is soon to follow. I do struggle to think of anything ultimately good that this gadget has contributed to humanity so I put this article/rant out there as my contribution to the global fridge-free movement: