Constantly devouring what I can,
all these notes and ideas,
this incessant hunger drives me on,
but to what end?
Theories about stories I don't know,
the same song over and over again,
looking for something in her face
or the voices filling the silence.
Where does it end?
What could grow from this?
You can eat plastic,
but you can't digest it.
If you know, tell me:
am I learning nonsense
or is this hunger helpful,
more than bored devouring?
-Zero
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