A body of wheat rises. Oh, it tears! Gas pockets collapse. Flesh swells with sugar. Red stains pale. Capillaries of juice braid through the porous sponge. Digestion begins before the first bite. Enzymes awaken. Teeth sink through. The strawberry surrenders. The bread consumes. What was separate becomes one. Hunger? Ever-demanding! We are swallowed by it. There is nothing left but satisfaction. But nothing ever really lasts, does it? The hunger knocks at the door again. Oh, human... What a life eaten away by hunger! Oscar Wilde, you knew the truth. Dorian Gray, we share your curse. Pleasure is very different from happiness. So, why do we chase pleasure instead of happiness? Is it the art of hunger? Always starving. Never satisfied. Never enough. But what if, for once, we woke up satisfied? Would we call it peace, or would we call it emptiness? Would we rest, or would we rot? Trapped. Devoured. Reborn. Tell me, why must the cycle begin again?