🦗 Have you ever listened to the silent song of insects?
Small, fragile, and yet older than us. We trample them, ignore them, but they live a silent revolution.
Now someone eats them.
Not out of hunger, but by choice.
A primitive return, a rebellion masquerading as sustainability.
The crunch of a grasshopper between the teeth is more than a meal: it's the end of a taboo, the beginning of a new language.
Who decides what is disgusting, if not our habit?
Perhaps eating insects is just a way of telling ourselves that the world no longer belongs to us.