I bit into the oatmeal. Same levels- now the oats, well dried, but not so well watered, then the raisins, half tasteless, made from parched grapes, picked by thirsty workers, then the baker, rushed. The whole cookie was so rushed, like I had to eat it fast or it would, somehow, eat me.
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The passage reflects a deep sense of disappointment in the experience of eating an oatmeal cookie. The speaker notices that the oats are dry, and the raisins lack flavor, suggesting a lack of care and attention in the baking process. This portrayal evokes feelings of hunger unfulfilled and dissatisfaction with the food that should have provided comfort and pleasure.

Furthermore, the imagery of the cookie being rushed implies a broader commentary on the hurried nature of life and the impact it has on the quality of experiences, even something as simple as eating a cookie. The urgency described evokes a sense of anxiety, as if the speaker feels pressured to consume quickly before the fleeting joy of the cookie disappears, or worse, overwhelms them in a way that resonates with their own feelings of chaos and neglect.

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