my consuming soul

If you were like Saul Bellow's Henderson, wealthy and plagued with a
voice that said, "I want I want. I want!", you get to be in a book.

If you were poor like mis_nomer and had that tormenting voice, all you
get is an inexhaustible list: breakfast, garmin, broadband, macbook,
macbook, Bali, flat, you... where each ticked off item generates
twenty more, spiralling ever out of reach.