The Hunger of the Void

It is 3:14 am. The house is holding its breath, and I am staring at the wall, wondering why we spend our days trying to build things that are meant to be destroyed. We stack layers of meaning, of ambition, of routine, just like a child building a tower of blocks. We pin them together with fragile promises, hoping they will hold their shape against the gravity of our own exhaustion. But everything eventually falls apart. The hunger that keeps us awake isn’t for food; it is a hollow space that no amount of assembly can fill. We are all just trying to keep the pieces from sliding off the plate, pretending that if we hold it together long enough, the structure will finally make sense. But the structure is not the point. The point is the mess we make while trying to keep it standing. What happens when you realize the tower was never meant to stay upright?

Pedro Pio has captured this tension in his work titled Quickly Burger! It serves as a reminder that even the most grounded things are held together by nothing more than a toothpick and a prayer. Does looking at this make you feel satisfied, or does it just remind you of what is missing?