"All children have cheeks and all mothers spittle to wipe them tenderly. These things either matter or they do not matter. It depends upon the universe, what it is. These acute memories are probably symptoms of disorder. To him, perpetual thought of death was a sin. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead."
Herzog, Saul Bellow
Today I tried to text “disgusting” (in reference to the toad-in-the-hole I had for lunch) but my phone autocorrected it to “I’m disgusting”.
lisa says on a night like this