[ WP ] Memento mori - Remember , you will die .

The thought pangs Oscars mind every once in awhile at random moments. When he slides his spatula under the grime and grease of a burger. As he starts the downward stroke of the knife to chop the lettuce. When the momentum of the sack of french fries goes over the tipping point and the potato sticks start their freefall into the boiling oil. Oscar is going to die. The kitchen that Oscar works in is filled with things that might kill him. Elevated temperatures, sharp edges, slippery floors. Dread, fear and paralyzing anxiety seize Oscar mid flip, mid chop, mid dump. But he ’ s a soldier and he powers through it. His heart beats a little faster, his eyes and ears a little more attentive, and the bitter taste of a adrenaline in his mouth, but he powers through it. And when his manager barks like a dog of a small class reminding a world that would rather forget that it exists of its existence an order that Oscar was in the middle of performing, Oscar no longer has the memory to think about his inevitable death. Instead he thinks about how to make more inevitable the death of the man who wears the manager pin. Elevated temperatures, sharp edges, slippery floors. Oscar thinks.
