By the time I finished showing houses late Sunday afternoon, I was exhausted and starving. It had been a busy weekend and I suddenly realized I hadn’t eaten all day. But what did I want?
I felt a gnawing craving inside. It was a familiar craving, but what was it for? Was it for steak? Pizza? Chicken? I genuinely felt confused.
I’ve gone through this odd process a thousand times before. I’m hungry but everything I think of feels wrong. I stopped at a couple of restaurants, thinking they might be what I needed, but each time I stopped, I felt a cold emptiness — because I realized what I needed wasn’t inside.

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Our media consumption devices are slowly eating the real world
Don’t blame politicians; you’re to blame for growth of government
As humans live in slums, why do I complain about my privileged life?
Fly your freak flag: You’re not going to ruin your kids with ‘crazy’ genes
Industrial age relic: Do companies pay for your time or your brain?
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Tradeoffs about values leave me feeling like ‘double-minded man’
Caine’s Arcade: Watch a 9-year-old boy have the best day of his life