“Be careful. This book wants to eat you. The succulent morsel you now hold in your hands (or already on your plate?) bears sharp teeth and the tenderest hunger tempered with generous doses of appetite and gluttony. Nibble on a few pages, galleries, and chambers, and your stomach will scream to devour you! Because there are so many hungers salivating among themselves, ravenous for one another, that whether we bite or swallow, in the end we will be satisfied. What then differentiates a lure from the main course? Banquet and junk food? Human, animal, mind, body, civilization, barbarism, sun, fluorescent light, desire, morality…? “Filling the gaps in silence” or, to paraphrase the alligator narrator of this story, life is merely the interval between what truly nourishes us—and only variety nourishes. That’s why you’ll lick your fingers to turn these pages. That’s why you regurgitate digestion and vice versa. As Sebastian Salto aptly put it: “my hunger is greater than myself." The world is definitely a big stomach—and you need one to survive swallowing frogs or eating flies. There is light at the end of the sewer, or rather, within it, even better: there is natural gourmet humor. Anyway, you're reading a FLIP FLOOR, see? Close this book (and your mouth) very carefully if you don't want to become a juicy morsel between the next reader's paws...
