I find that the most baffling thing about a blog post is creating its title, can't settle for a precise name for jumbled thoughts. So this post is going to be title-less. Because really, I'm reflecting on a lot of things here.

Naked Lunch,

it's not just an interesting title for a book, or a witty phrase that has us puzzling over its meaning. Naked Lunch is a way of life- a bitter, abject and dire way of living. It's looking at the very end of your fork and finding it empty, glistening silver with its clearness. But not the good kind of clear, it's the clarity that gets you in the gut, has you replaying your life and searching for the precise moment where things got beyond your control. It is to look for meaning in life and coming up short, or even worse; shockingly meaningless. Trying to salvage what's left on that empty spoon- impossible. It's naked, empty, and dry. Now that's a bitter taste for you.

Lately this shoe has been fitting.