As I peeled the skin of a potato, I thought about the figure w/o bone and flesh in “The Last Supper” by Michaelangelo. The person is supposed to be Michaelangelo himself.

A couple days after I saw the painting, I heard that there was a saint who actually got his skin torn off until he died. I think that’s one of the worst torture I’ve ever heard and can’t believe that anybody could actually execute such a torture.

Maybe that’s why I don’t like sticking my hands into a bag full of potatoes with lots of sprouts. It silently but definitely reminds me that they are alive and makes me feel awful peeling off their skin..