July 15, 2016
A thrall. The joy of letting go to the other side, whom we cannot know, as they cannot know us. We only know they are there. We are here. We let go to that other. We let go to an unknown, and we buy their things. We hold these things in our hands. We fill our bellies with them. They keep our dogs dry, our babies on a leash. They keep our private things public, our public things private. We keep nothing for ourselves that we wouldn't take from the other. We take from them. They take from us. Booty.