I eat Andy.
But I promise, only when I absolutely have to; only when I truly must eat Somuchmore Andy.
It's not how it sounds, it's just what it means, what is, not seems, and always was but never deemed "something seperate from everything else."
Then do you understand? That I am made unconcious so as not to learn his location. And after, four days I wake in a room where he sits curling over me.
And only then do I know the feeling of something being made more the same than it just or ever was; turned into itself over and over, so that it is like time being created.
I start with small bits of him to ease me or tease me, but in minutes he is dead, and within the hour I have him fully consumed.
When I get home I tell myself never again. Never again will I eat so much more Andy.