I cringe and stumble over to the lights.
Flip them on.
What time is i--shit.
It's early afternoon. Think.
From Carlyle's "Characteristics," 1837--
"For men, in whom the old perennial principle of Hunger (be it Hunger of the poor Day-drudge who stills it with eighteenpence a-day, or of the ambitious Placehunter who can nowise still it with so little) suffices to fill-up existence, the case is bad; but not the worst. These men have an aim, such as it is; and can steer towards it, with chagrin enough truly; yet, as their hands are kept full, without desperation. Unhappier are they to whom a higher instinct has been given; who struggle to be persons, not machines; to whom the Universe is not a warehouse, or at best a fancy-bazaar, but a mystic temple and hall of doom."
Carlyle puts forth that people who are "hungry" -- that want something -- are happier and feel less desperate than people who do not.
Hunger at a low level would mean seeing the world as a warehouse. You work, you move stuff around, and in turn you get food and clothing. Because "their hands are kept full" they don't feel desperation.
People who have their base needs met, but feel unsatisfied and want to keep climbing in the world -- they too have their hands kept full. For them, the world is less a warehouse, and more a bazaar -- a place for shopping. Again, gain currency and exchange it for luxuries and symbols of status and gain, and desperation is warded off.