The shape of catastrophes / HUNGRY AS HELL
Arrrrrrr.
I wonder how much of the sensation of hunger is purely psychological. If my brain would stop conjuring up images of oyako-don, maybe I wouldn't be suffering so much. Or if I hadn't gone out to the 3rd floor terrace like a moron courting my own death to see the buffet spread for the in-house event this afternoon. There was a feta salad, cereal prawns... and... and.. I just want to die.
Those participants haven't started on the lunch yet. This means that any scavenging will only be possible in an hour and a half, minimum. Surely my weak stomach walls (or brain) cannot take another thirty minutes, not to mention 90.
I'm considering going out to lunch alone. Fear of eating alone in public has something to do with adolescence, when 90% of your social life revolves around the school canteen and being without a friend at the tuckshop is the grossest embarrassment catastrophe that can ever happen to anyone. But now that school is no more you get used to it, and you attend to your bodily (or psychological) needs when you have to. I can see myself in the middle-aged men I see at the canteens in Science Park now, who sit alone with their plate and afterwards smoke their cigarettes silently staring into the distance. Is the worst part of this last image eating alone, or the middle-age?
I think middle-age. One day I'll be there too. The shape of catastrophe changes with age and space.
I wonder how much of the sensation of hunger is purely psychological. If my brain would stop conjuring up images of oyako-don, maybe I wouldn't be suffering so much. Or if I hadn't gone out to the 3rd floor terrace like a moron courting my own death to see the buffet spread for the in-house event this afternoon. There was a feta salad, cereal prawns... and... and.. I just want to die.
Those participants haven't started on the lunch yet. This means that any scavenging will only be possible in an hour and a half, minimum. Surely my weak stomach walls (or brain) cannot take another thirty minutes, not to mention 90.
I'm considering going out to lunch alone. Fear of eating alone in public has something to do with adolescence, when 90% of your social life revolves around the school canteen and being without a friend at the tuckshop is the grossest embarrassment catastrophe that can ever happen to anyone. But now that school is no more you get used to it, and you attend to your bodily (or psychological) needs when you have to. I can see myself in the middle-aged men I see at the canteens in Science Park now, who sit alone with their plate and afterwards smoke their cigarettes silently staring into the distance. Is the worst part of this last image eating alone, or the middle-age?
I think middle-age. One day I'll be there too. The shape of catastrophe changes with age and space.