Context of starving, financial starvation, or having creative
food with-held by the Muse (if you choose) or starvation of
social validation - however it may come... the sensations in the
belly (or the mind-belly) are equally gnashing and growling,
often producing brain-farts in the 'end'.
What to do? Same, different, sifferent? Freedom a blurse or a
clessing...
