The bugs have returned. Our instinctive knowledge of an immanent summer crawls, buzzes, hops its entrance. Exposure breeds familiarity,
"I can drink the water around the bug, it's trivial really, just a little extra protein."
What does a person strictly accustomed to impurity judge as pure? What does such a person use as cleanser(According to thesaurus.com "soap is an organic compound; detergent is a synthetic cleaning agent")? Are all our societies hypochondriac?
"I can drink the water around the bug, it's trivial really, just a little extra protein."
What does a person strictly accustomed to impurity judge as pure? What does such a person use as cleanser(According to thesaurus.com "soap is an organic compound; detergent is a synthetic cleaning agent")? Are all our societies hypochondriac?