“Kenzie, you are a human slug: you feast, you defecate and you sleep. You never get laid, so, rather, I’d place you lower than the slug. Slugs, Kenzie, have managed to survive and adapt in this Darwinian world. I cannot say the same for you.”
"Pigs… actually, make good pets. They’re smart and clean. The image of the swine rolling in the mud isn’t true. Or, it is, but it’s a result of poor maintenance on the human’s part.”
-A conversation with my mother
The first time we met was just a handshake. A “Hi, my name is…” and “Hello, nice to meet you.” There was a spark in your eyes, but nothing else seemed special. You wore regular clothes and said regular things and smiled regularly, with crooked teeth that were a little yellow. I didn’t see you for the rest of the day. I didn’t even know which department you worked in.
The man always stands at a distance. Every day on my walk to the job I see him across the street, staring at me like I’m an experiment. He squints, as if he is waiting for something to change.