Piece of Me Diner

This is very beautifully, artfully done, and a delightfully visceral metaphor about things an artist going into business with their performance must do to survive themselves, survive their own passions and the appetites of their audience. Unfortunately, I also know for a fact that, outside the metaphor, this exact thing with this exact reasoning is someone's fetish. I'm accusing no one of anything, there's no way Sherbet could have known. But I say the unintentional implications add even more to the exquisite sense of unease Sherbet cultivated with his intentional implications, and this heightens the suspense of the work.

I liked it! The concept was unique. I didn’t understand what was happening on the first page, but once I figured out you were using the imagery of yanking off pieces of your body and feeding it to absolute creatures as a metaphor for fame, it clicked!