My friend Luc wrote today:
It wasn't enough, you wanted more. So you rolled around in bed and tried to sleep in. The dim light coming through the curtains told you it was maybe only 7 or 8. Not enough you thought. Although you were tired you could not go back to sleep. Your mind started wandering back to last night. You remembered the tedious and dull expression on the faces of passengers sitting on a bus. The excited laughters of boys celebrating the coming of the weekend. The insane loudness of countless birds perching on the few lonely trees as night was falling on the busy streets. Your own reflection superimposing itself over placid restaurant customers eating garlic bread behind glass windows. You were hungry. Terribly hungry. In fact, you hadn't had any food all day and starvation was starting to crush your belly into hundreds of painful spasms. You considered your dining options as you kept on roaming aimlessly through the city. The vacant look of mobile phone holders talking away their weeklong load of worries and stress. Wide open mouths behind hamburgers. Nightlife street performers and hard-out starring beggers. You imagined yourself swimming across the waves of cars and pedestrians, of pigeons and neon lights. The pure blue eyes of a pale-faced girl grabbed your attention. Before too long you fell back into a deep sleep. These visions fed your dreams.