Warning: Don’t Look at The Moon
I woke with a hunger like I’d never felt before. Like I’d not eaten for days. I’d slept really badly in the night and felt particularly freaked out from the intense, fever-like dreams I’d experienced. Viserale and violent, they had involved lavish meals of extravagantly rich food, huge joints of meat that I’d tucked into ravenously, tearing flesh from bone with a fevered intensity. There were sweetmeats and piles of bacon, and huge tomahawk steaks dripping in fat and deep red with bloody rarity. Not such an odd dream to some of you I would imagine, but deeply disturbing for me because I’d been vegetarian for over 15 years. The rest of my day went mercifully quickly. I tried to