This is the war of every man.
This piece evokes the underlying struggle of Homer with his desire, the destructiveness of addiction, the crudeness pleasure, the animal drive, almost like a rampant predator after his prey. Homer becomes disfigured as soon as the sweet comes into play. Is that really him, or is it something else? Something inside all of us; that craves beyond reason and leaves us broken?
⁽ᴾ⋅ˢ⋅ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶦˢ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᶦʳᵒᶰᶦᶜ, ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶦˢ ᶜᶫᵉᵃʳᶫʸ ᵃ ᵍᶦᶠ ᵒ ᴴᵒᵐᵉʳ ᵉᶰʲᵒʸᶦᶰᵍ ᵃ ᵈᵒᶰᵘᵗ⁾