Hunger, I think, is life.
Present from the moment we first draw breath. Justifying our earliest vocalisations. Demanding the fuel to sustain our fragile little biochemical engines.
Hunger is proof of the will to live, evidence of the life-force within.
Hunger drove us into the wild to hunt and gather, to sow and reap and herd.
Hunger reminds us, every day, that we are alive. And that we want to keep living.
What does it mean, then, when days and nights can go by...