I closed my eyes, limiting my senses exclusively to the deliciousness of what was to come. My rabid mouth waiting to sate a craving that had only grown stronger by the hour. I could smell the richness of the caramelized sugar, feel the texture of the cake - layered in dark chocolate and caramel. The moist sponginess soaked in rum, enveloped in the gooey richness of chocolate frosting with bits of chocolate, slivers of almonds and a dollop of cream. My stomach grumbled at the unnecessary pause and I finally craved in to a desire as primal as life. My tongue played with the bits as it soaked in the flavors it had forgotten as I swallowed and felt the richness within me. My mind pulsating with the ecstasy of hunger finally sated, wandered back in time. A memory of two hopeful, lost souls sitting underneath the towering angel of victory in the city square. Guarding our treasure from lustful eyes peering out of the shadows in this city of our dreams. I opened my eyes and saw people walking by, staring with disgust and shame from the corner of their eyes as I wiped the discolored, unrecognizable, dribbling remains of the day on my shoulder, blurring the line between the main course and the left overs. Garbage had never tasted this good.