The river bled into the ocean. I had a lifetime of supplies, or so I thought, and I was right. I'd filled my deck to bursting with the fruit of ...

Overall

Always tough to write about something that close to yourself without either A: Alienation of your audience or B: Distancing yourself from the topic when you write about it. Overall solid with some cool imagery. I have the feeling that many would be able to agree that this would not be the preferred way to go. Especially the food/hunger repetition that kinda gnaws on you through the piece.