We sit under a tall tree at the park and watch the little children spinning on the merry-go-round and swinging on the swing-set. I don’t think that the little children are thinking about anything because all little children are selfish nihilists because they just want to have fun all the time and ignore the world and drink soda and eat candy, which is why the world is meaningless and boring and stupid. I tell my boyfriend but he is smiling at the little children and I don’t think he hears me. He holds my hand and I let him and then lean against the tall tree and feel the tree-bark with my hand. It is rough and comfortable and not sticky with sap.
from ‘i want the glass panel tinted’ in 'my eventual bloodless coup’ by ofelia hunt