When I think of democracy I think of the sausage machine maker – kind of brutally pragmatic.
plus there’s the familiarity of cheap sausages sizzling on a bbq at a polling booth.
but its the kind of familiarity where you are so familiar that it’s suspicious.
There is also something sneaky and toxic that’s hard to place – like the residual note of a cleaning product that’s been used on the grill.
burnt meat, alkaline base (aftertaste), metallic industrial.