at first i was afraid i was petrified. after that i was still afraid and petrified. the fear and petrifaction continued on until the evening. and then i was sleepy. and i slept
simply cannot ever resist what i call the little mermaid or the tin man or the pinnochio plot, the one about a character who is either inhuman or human but outside in some way, constantly searching for whatever it is that they consider to be the quintessential proof of humanity, preoccupied by it so deeply that they fail to realize the proof is in the act and fact of the search itself
