Before day one, the rush of all becomes a perpetual surrounding.
What happens when the rushing stops?
From day one onward, there has been the physical and mental state of intaking nourishments. It seems to be an existential need. Seems unavoidable.
Then there is an apparently seldom visible space between automatism and obsession, between invested joy and imposed necessity. Hence, what is the physiology of quotidian eating?
Which is the essence of rejecting what is being wanted?
Is it habit? Is it need?
Sila Blume 
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