lunch=life

sometimes the metaphors trickle in to your consciousness, other times they slam ya while you're standing at the urinal at work...

author unknown...well, at least he prefers to be


it's approaching lunchtime, and i'm standing there, wondering what i want..do i really want anything? i'm not really hungry, which is odd - odd in that i haven't really been hungry for a while now, a couple of days...i've eaten here and there, but nothing in the realm of my normal intake. i just don't really have any interest.

i had 40 hours in yesterday afternoon already. i'm tired of being here. i'm tired of being at home, too. i walk into my house and look around and just want to set off a crate of dynamite and start over with nothing on the top floor of a warehouse somewhere with a sofa and a fridge and my computer and my guitars...

i'm tired.

and, for once, i'm hungry too, but i don't know what for. i'm thinking pasta, but i dunno...whenever i crave pasta, i'm almost always disappointed, ultimately, in the chasm between what i hoped it would taste like and what i end up with. i'm not that far from fiores', so maybe i'll go there for lunch. but that doesn't really match up with the taste of what i'm craving...in my head.

the craving probably doesn't have a match, though. but that's where lunch, and ultimately, my life has brought me to at this point....hungry for something very specific, but with no fucking clue what that specific something might be.