Here is where I lay the bricks, to build the house. Enough shovels of earth, they say, a mountain. Enough pails of water, a river. For want of a nail, the empire. Am I getting mixed up? Good. That border, there, confusion – that’s where we start really understanding what we know.
Adult. Female. No children; cats.
This is the thing that humans have that animals do not which is of some help for posterity although – hear me out – only supposing humans make it to posterity: the written word.
Clearly I can see the fence I straddle. On the one side, I’m vulnerable and relatable. I eat a bag of microwave popcorn for dinner, I take couch naps and leave dirty dishes stacked on the counter. On the other side, I exercise at least three times a week, I always brush and floss at…