A journalist observes life in the far north.
I need to eat sometimes. I just need five minutes to shovel something into my mouth. I don’t care what. I’m hungry.
I am writing to ask if you could please refrain from crying, complaining, shouting, hurting yourself, pooping or feeling bored. We’re only talking about five minutes once, maybe twice, a day so that my body will keep going.
I don’t plan to take the time to make myself a nutritious snack. I don’t plan to sit down and actually taste my food. I will stuff anything into my body as quickly as I can while standing at the kitchen counter.
I just need five minutes.
Cordially, Your mom