And the swans are all huddled together

Going on 25

(How can people live such long lives?)

skin bag full of bones

It isn't emptiness, per se.





I like babies because they remind me that I'm an animal.
I like cats and dogs because they don't talk.

If I were an alien, I wonder what I'd think of humans, of mankind. I try to pretend, and all I can imagine feeling is pity, the alien equivalent of clicking my tongue. But I guess it depends.