June 3, 2019
You have a limp. Do you know? This is the kind of question I come up with when talking to you. Obvious ones, stupid. Things you are warranted to answer with a "Duh." But you're kind and forgiving so you respond to my mindless chatter like a benevolent grandparent telling their clueless grandchild a bedtime story, which is about how the world will end in five hours. But they tell it in a way that the child is comforted into sleeping. The child knows danger is coming, but the grandparent succeeds in making them believe it's going to be okay.