A Leaf-Insect Gets Existential With Heavy-Handed Metaphors
How long have I been both leaf and insect? Am I equal parts both? If I weren’t, what would be the difference, upon death?
How long have I been both leaf and insect? Am I equal parts both? If I weren’t, what would be the difference, upon death?
You realize that you’ve never felt real desperation. That stuff before was just boredom, a montage of harmlessly gratuitous pillow fights between nerve endings and thin skin.