arrangements in bark

I hadn't eaten since a rather depressing episode with porridge in the morning. I like to keep myself a little hungry. It makes me feel alive. There's nothing like the bite of pain to wake one up from the mediocrity of a well-fed stupor. Now, I feel my stomach tighten into a fist and clench hard and implode.
Hunger, 2001

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