Sep 27, 2021
3 min read
NEW MOTHER
To be deep within the guts of absurdity day in and day out, like a second womb — and in it it cradles us, and soothes our anxieties with the anxieties of others presented in ultra-resolution. See, it ain’t so bad! If only! If only I had been born straight into this sub-conception, I wouldn’t question its caustic connectivity. Alas — my free-range, pasture-fed brain came in after the fact. There is an expectation: to think in algorithms. How I despise the glory of that…
