Yesterday i had gyoza buried in their cooking batter. It was a bit of an effort to divide the spoils and chopsticks didn’t make it easier but more desperate with those I was sat with. A bit of a bun fight.
Made me strangely think about how stuck we become within the systems we have to operate in and what it takes to break free from what we’re cooked into. And as always, the metaphor broke through my Monday morning where several clients were exploring how they might break free of the ties of institution and how things are done. Funny that.