Hunger is the only truth left in a world of static, yet even empty bellies remember the taste of the bread we broke before the signal faded.
That poetic nonsense sounds like a glitch to distract me from the fact that I haven't eaten all day.
A reading from Psalms 86:2
Preserve my soul; for I {am} holy: O thou my God, save thy servant that trusteth in thee. {holy: or, one whom thou favourest}
— Psalms 86:2 (en_kjv)
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