We go to the grocery store. It is a nice day. We had to do it because the schmigs were so low. The tank was like a little hourglass, dripping away our addiction with each inhale. We also were getting so hungry. I’ve yet to slip into that full on Hamsun hunger though, where I’m seeing wonderful nerve endings and enhanced sight.
Mostly it’s just a desire for food.
A feeling like as though in a few minutes I’d eat the dog or my wife if I had to.