Steak

 The simple piece of steak was wondering how the media was accused of things. Steak wanted to know how the most prominent, the ‘mainstream’ media kept broadcasting geography while there were quite a few serious human rights violations in public. The public meant different things to him. Steak wanted to know how and why humans wanted to know so much about him. 

He so wanted his sauce with him. The Chef had no idea about how to prepare it. He had the same one, only to keep doing the same thing. Over and over again. He knew that he would have to go into the pan, together with the same sauce again. As he got to know the same sauce, he felt lucky. At least for knowing this much. It was, most certainly, knowledge of the world. He could not maintain it. 

The public maintained better coffee. It was in public that he could get rid of the same sauce. Would it get better? Or would it be worse? He turned on the TV and tried to forget. They kept giving him little information, about how he could put things together. He would have liked to know, but there was nothing but superficiality. He had to take a job at a big company. Only the big companies would survive anyway.