You taste best when you’re happy, bitter when you’re sad, downright putrid when you’re angry. But we’re starving, and we’ll eat anything. You don’t know us. You never will. You walk about your daily life, from bed to breakfast, from car to office, day after day, oblivious to our presence. Yet each smile, each curse that leaves your lips, each emotion that jolts through your body is sustenance for us. We eat your feelings.