Words and photography for a monthly column online at Whitelies magazine, read the full article 'On Hunger' here.

I was born hungry. With an urgency that sends me dashing like a moth from flame to flame. Sometimes I resent this hunger. Other times I'm grateful for it, knowing that everything I have, and every risk I took to get it, is owed to this blessed unrest. I have my parents to thank for the inconsistency of which my childhood consisted. Every time we moved house or city or country I was learning to use an adaptive energy in the world that I now rely on to survive.