So, I'm dead and this is Hell.

That must be it, there is no other explanation.

There is no sensory input, just the black.

No Internet, No movies, No music, No friends, No books.  Just the hunger.

There's no sound of my own heart beating.

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There's no smell of my own farts.

There's no itch I can scratch.

There is no biology.

This sensory deprivations is enough to drive a human mind crazy.

Wait, if you can ask yourself  "Am I crazy?" Then you have enought self-awarenes, you are sane enough.

I am not human anymore, then what am I?

I am hunger.  I am gluttony.  I am death.  I am Kali, bringer of change.  I am Shiva the Destroyer.

I am sloth, because I am boared out of my mind.  "Shiva the Destroyer"  Where did that ambition come from?

Oh, I am hunger.