On Hunger

By : Julija Norvidaite

September 27, 2007- A fractured layer of Need unlocks the inside of the observable body at the crack of dawn – a daily wake up song. I notice how my thoughts hurry as sugar grains in the rain: so quick to merge with the elements yet it is too early and they are too fragile to survive. I hear it before I taste it. The sound of hunger enters my limited space with mathematical precision every single day as the gates of my minds are pushed open. The bells of my church have spread the message.

I have my eyes wide open now and the role-play follows. I shall get you in to the shower. I shall cleanse your sleepy skin. I shall dress you in clean. As good as new, as good as new you will dance. I shall then feed you, I will nurture you with tastes and textures. You must however serve me well. You must see before I notice and announce before I remember. As I pack my lunch and find the keys I repeat my half-loud mantra: you will forget about it before it has become history.

Past noon the so familiar sound of hunger turns into an unfamiliar chant, which gets louder by the second and the taste is no longer mine. Oh, the abundance of melodies unwritten is beating my drum with me, beyond me and into the consciousness of never-to-be-lost characters. It is this routinely manner of sustaining life with all five senses attuned that mesmerizes me. I embellish my particular fight with weapons of my egocentric choice. By bed time I am so tired, all I can think of is free will.