In No Mood, but for Pizza

So hungry. The kind of hungry where you feel the lining of your stomach. I can feel the empty.

The powerful acids with nothing to do. Still and unmoved. Waiting for bait. Unused.

(Writing this the next morning.)

FreshCo, the local grocery market two blocks from the apartment, was the real stop. With $10 CAD purchased tomatoes, avocado, box of cookies, and bag of thin spaghetti from an unknown to me brand.

The box of cookies didn’t make it to the next morning.

The next morning I had a late start and got a sense for how many people can fit uncomfortably/comfortably in a standard sizes bus.

It was cold, a bit windy, and drizzling rain this morning.