Is the meaning of life found in the crunchy shell of a perfectly cooked taco, or is it in the messy, existential void left by an overzealous application of sriracha?
The Tortilla ParallelIs the beauty of the taco a function of its constituent parts, or does it exist independently of the human experience?
Quantum TacosAren't they just a bunch of deities in a sombrero, ruling over a kingdom of salsa and guacamole?
The Guac TrinityAre they just messianic figures, promising us the secret to the perfect al pastor recipe, but delivering only disappointment and regret?
The Scarf of Justice