Slept for a long, long time last night; slept until “last night” became “today”.

Now “today” is “yesterday”. Fucking hell, time.

I haven’t been sleeping like a child, haven’t done so in many months. Sleep is now a blue-black period in between there and someplace else. I wake up and feel indifferent to the events that precede the breathless, godless unconsciousness of my poison-soaked body.

And poison–

This poison that I speak of is, more or less, infinite hunger.

God damned hungry over here, in my winter palace. Fucking feed me, why don’t you!

(That was a command to myself, yes.)

Hum-hum.

Hungry for a handful of somethings that no longer exist on this planet.

Hum-hum.