Hunger

I’m really enjoying the Jeffrey Steingarten book that Britta gave me – It Must Have Been Something I Ate. I couldn’t quite finish the last book, The Man Who Ate Everything, which I read sometime in 2009. I lost attention for it, but this one now, I love almost every essay. The past couple of days I’ve been staying late at school grading exercise books. I walk home and don’t feel like doing anything except make a big cup of hot tea, grab several biscuits, sit on a chair, and read the book. I love it. I read it as dusk approaches and the mountains hide behind the clouds. And I feel perfectly content, in a happy spot. I read for a while today – two essays worth – and then was hungry, as his book tends to do. Not physically hungry, but more spiritually hungry, for foods and things I cannot have. What I do have are hiding mountains and four classrooms of kids. Students, yes, but kids also.