Month: November 2016

Man-boy scouting anthropomorphism as a form of understanding the shared self within the newt, the toad, the snake. In uncanny pond magnetics the slimy scale of nonhuman othering. Our self hurts like the clipping of a toe in the name of science.

The brutality of  meat as family, covered in the beauty of flowers, of stubborn trees. This in a patriarchal hot house that scorches life to death.  Perhaps ‘this, finally, might help you understand what the nation really was’ (201). The book closes.