Empty and full

The need to set something down, to pluck some words from the current of language that seems to have carried on outside you, to have left you dry forever, just like yesterday… Let’s try then, start with a question. When you’re empty you need to fill yourself up, don’t you? You find it where you can, what else can you do, who could blame you. Guilt follows you for your greed. When you’re full, what you’re full of becomes a kind of interference, white noise, and you seek emptiness any way you can, what else can you do, who could blame you. Guilt follows you for what you desert. What’s worse, then, emptiness or fullness?