You’re not hungry. You’re hollow.

We consume at a rate the human body, brain, and soul were never designed to handle.

Food. Media. People. Products.

More. More. More.

But here’s the punchline:

We’re not full, we’re fucking empty. This isn’t about gluttony in the traditional sense. This is consumption rebranded, repackaged, and drip-fed through infinite scrolls, two-day shipping, and dopamine-laced algorithms.

We don’t eat because we’re hungry.

We eat because we’re bored.

We buy because we’re insecure.

We binge because we’re numb.

Our cravings aren’t coming from our stomachs or hearts anymore. They’re coming from the hollow noise in between, the vacuum left when we stopped asking ourselves what we actually need.

We worship brands.

We chase trends.

We devour each other’s curated lives and filter-flattened realities until we can’t remember what authenticity tastes like.

And deep inside? That empty feeling?

That’s not hunger.

That’s the absence of meaning.

So we fill the void with crap likes, burgers, porn, shoes, Reels, edibles, DoorDash, whatever helps us not feel for just one more hour. But the void grows.

The Consumption poster is a mirror. And not the flattering kind.

It reflects what happens when your insides become a landfill of overstimulation and undernourishment.

It’s a portrait of modern hunger—unsatisfying, unrelenting, and entirely artificial.

You’re not weak.

You’re not broken.

You’re just human… and starving for something real.