A jelly belly analogy
I imagine that I will wake up one morning, and I'll be starving! My mind will be so clear and I won't have a cent in my pocket. Or a centime. Or a franc. I'll be swallowed up in the damp lake bed that is Paris. It has not dried up already. It is waiting for the rain that will fill it with teeming life (starting wtih algea the most necessary ambrosia). I will starve and write and write and write for my next meal. And Christ! How glorious is food? This starving will only enhance the melting warmth of a full stomach. Or perhaps I will take odd jobs and meet people. Preferably the scum of the earth! I want to meet the popcorn jelly belly, and the grape. The caramel and the tutti frutti. I will sweep them up into my all encompassing hands and then...devour them! Assimilate them into my system.
And Christ! How glorious is food?
This is my plan.
And Christ! How glorious is food?
This is my plan.