Stumbling around 101 on a night out, a dozen or so drinks in, your stomach growls; you’re hungry and your mouth waters as you frantically wonder what you could get at the ungodly hour of 5AM. ‘Nonni,’ your thoughts whisper to you. ‘Nonni.’ Your legs move forward, urged on by an instinctual memory. You keep your head up and your eyes open enough to keep from walking into anything, but your vision is already consumed by the image of a hoagie. You didn’t realise that your mouth could salivate so much at the thought of subs, hamburgers and other tasty fast food. So absorbed in your thoughts, you only feel your mouth forming the words of your order before spitting them out to the patient employee. When your hero (truly worthy of the name) is in your hands, you hardly have time to register the feeling of toasted bread or dribbling sauce down your fingers before you tear into it. Each bite rejuvenates you a little more, until it’s all gone and you walk back out into the night, satisfied…until next time.

2013: Nonnabiti