Context of starving, financial starvation, or having creative
   food with-held by the Muse (if you choose) or starvation of
   social validation - however it may come... the sensations in the
   belly (or the mind-belly) are equally gnashing and growling,
   often producing brain-farts in the 'end'.

   What to do? Same, different, sifferent? Freedom a blurse or a
   clessing...