Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-That’s All, Folks

I’m enthralled by a cartoon’s coercion.   Behind me, seen in the television’s reflection— exaggerated colors, animations—children whispering beside the slumbered old men that gravel-in-teeth language: fuck, shit.     I still yearn for youth, to imagine algorithms of birds,...

Purchase an archive subscription to see the rest of this article.