The ending of 'Meat' is one of those haunting, ambiguous conclusions that lingers in your mind long after you finish reading. The protagonist, after enduring a surreal and grotesque journey through a dystopian world where human flesh is commodified, finally confronts the system's architect—only to discover they're just another cog in the machine. The final scene leaves you questioning whether their rebellion was ever real or just another layer of control.
What struck me most was the visceral imagery—the way the author juxtaposes the brutality of the setting with moments of eerie beauty. It’s not a tidy resolution, but that’s the point. The story forces you to sit with discomfort, wondering if any victory is possible in such a world. I spent days dissecting it with friends online, and we still debate whether the protagonist’s fate was tragic or liberating.