“You bore me.” At this he paused, silently taking in a deep breath. The rest came on the exhale.
“So now we should…we must part.”
It was a mother’s voice, offered with an inflection whose purpose was not to alarm but merely to locate. This may seem to some a silly gesture, a two bedroom flat being rather easy to comb over, yet to mothers, this is all too reasonable. Every time a mother calls her child’s name is in fact all too appropriate; what is silly is any assumption that such instinctual utterances can be avoided.
Do my eyes deceive me? Is that an oreo inside of a chocolate chip cookie thats inside a brownie? If so my life has been a complete and utter waste. Culo muerto.
Blaise-Alexandre Desgoffe
Still Life with Fruit, Glass of Wine
1863