We didn’t expect much from life, did we? We never thought it would turn out well. That we’d actually be functioning citizens. That we’d ever actually have some kinda job, let alone an academic one. That we’d even be alive. That we’d actually reach our thirties. Fuck. I’m shocked just to be alive.
What’s wrong with us? What isn’t wrong with us?
Runts of every litter. The type that should not have survived. Who shouldn’t have been allowed to grow to adulthood. Who shouldn’t have been allowed out into the world. Who work against everything that’s good and right and intelligent.
Our half madness. Our lack of proportion. Our dubious hold on sanity. Our general dazedness. Our vagueness. Our near-perpetual drunkenness.
Work in Progress 