‘And the mother did not spare the baby at her breast’ or Searching for Meaning in Tecnoctonia and Tecnophagy

Hunger is a disease that torments with slowness, a pain that endures, a sickness that lasts, and is hidden in the bowels, a death that is always present and everlingering. … The flesh becomes thin, and remains aĴached to the bones like a spider-web; the colour is lost entirely … . The knees no longer support, but shuffle because of the weight. The voice is weak and feeble; the eyes weakened and without their natural support in the cavities, sunken in the sockets like dried nuts in the sun. … The torment of hunger forces many to cross the limits of nature, that is to feed on the bodies of people related by blood or friendship, and the mothers who give birth to children only to put them back into the womb with horror.3