QUOTE : the night was beginning<br />and i was standing before the<br />plate glass window of a <br />restaurant<br />and in that window<br />was a roasted pig,<br />eyeless,<br />with an apple in its mouth.<br />poort damned pig.<br />poor damned me.<br />beyond the pig<br />inside there<br />were people<br />sitting at tables<br />talking, eating, drinking<br />i was not one of those people<br />i felt a kinship with the pig<br />we had been caught in the wrong place<br />at the wrong time<br />i imagined myself in the window<br />eyeless, roasted, the apple in my mouth<br />…<br />i walked away from the window<br />i walked to my room<br />i still had a room<br />as i walked to my room<br />i began to conjecture:<br />could i eat some paper?<br />some newspaper?<br />roaches?<br />maybe i could catch a rat?<br />a raw rat?<br />peel off the fur,<br />remove the intestines<br />remove the eyes<br />forego the head, the tail<br />…<br />i walked along.<br />i was so hungry that everything<br />looked eatable:<br />people, fireplugs, asphalt,<br />wristwatches … my belt, my shirt<br />…<br />i sat in a chair<br />i din’t turn on the light<br />i sat there and wondered if i was crazy<br />because i wasn’t doing anything<br />to help myself <br /><br />the hunger stopped then <br />and i just sat there<br />then i heard it:<br />two people in the next room<br />copulating.<br />i could hear the bed spring<br />and the moans<br />i got up, walked out of the<br />room and back into the street.<br />but i walked in a different <br />direction this time<br />i walked away from the pig<br />in the window<br />but i thought about the pig<br />and i decided that i’d die first <br />rather than eat that<br />pig.<br />it began to rain<br />i looked up.<br />i opened my mouth and let in the rain<br />drops… soup from the sky...