fleshyorgans

“Everybody was a baby once, Arthur. Oh, sure, maybe not today, or even yesterday. But once. Babies, chum: tiny, dimpled, fleshy mirrors of our us-ness, that we parents hurl into the future, like leathery footballs of hope. And you’ve got to get a g…

I won’t publish this post for awhile, but I want to collect my thoughts. Update: This post was written at 7am April 11, but published May 22. The only addition was the linked sound file.