Pierre Jerome

GATE III, CIRCLE OF GLUTTONY

WHAT STARTS AS INNATE DESIRE FOR AN ODYSSEY ROOTED IN INTENSITY AND PURPOSE—AT TIMES FEELS A REFUSAL TO BE SATISFIED WITH THIS REALITY.

THIS ISN’T NECESSARILY BAD—I HAVE SPOKEN OF THIS FEELING YEARS AGO—BUT I WILL SAY THAT THIS INSATIABILITY HAS BLED INTO OTHER AREAS OF MY PAST LIFE—THE OLDEST FRIENDS KNOWN TO ME WITNESSED MY CRIPPLING ADDICTION TO SHOES AND GARMENTS.

I WAS AN UNRESTRAINED IMPULSE BUYER IN MY EARLY ADULT AND COLLEGE DAYS, CONSUMING MERELY OUT OF TREND—MISTAKING NOVELTY AND EXCESS FOR BELONGING. PERHAPS SOME CAN RELATE, IN POSSESSING THINGS YOU HAVEN’T INTERACTED WITH IN YEARS.

THESE DAYS I PUSH TOWARD THE REFINEMENT OF MY RAIMENT, TRIMMING AWAY ALL EXCESS, WELCOMING ONLY ARTIFACTS I’VE SOUGHT OUT FOR EONS. I FEEL THIS ADDS A DIFFERENT LEVEL OF AIR TO SOMEONE—ONE UNBURDENED BY SUPERFLUITY.

I CAN’T SAY THE SAME FOR THOSE IN POSITIONS OF POWER. FOR THEM, TO TASTE IS SIMPLY TO COMMAND—HUMANITY BENDING TO THE WILL OF THEIR INFINITE HUNGER.

IN SEEING THIS HEGEMONIC WESTERN WORLD FOR THE RAVENOUS MAW IT CAN BE, PERHAPS IT MAY SERVE AS AN EXAMPLE FOR MANY. AN EXAMPLE TO NEVER LOWER YOURSELF TO THAT WHICH COMMANDS EXCESS, DOMINATES SUPPLY, AND ABSORBS RELENTLESSLY—LET ALONE SIMPLY FOR THE SAKE OF A PASSING TREND. IN DOING SO, YOU FORSAKE YOUR INDIVIDUALITY, AND TO ME, THAT IS THE ULTIMATE DEATH OF HUMANITY.