In the West I would undoubtedly have been a ‘writer of dark things’, the kind that sounds the horn of pessimism, predicts the end of Europe, the senselessness of human endeavour and of the whole evolution of our species. Here, in this intellectual and economic wreckage, I blow the trumpet of morality and the meaningfulness of our existence.
[Zygmunt Mycielski]

as I walked by carrying laundry from Naomi’s most recent experiment taking off a poopy pull-up herself:

“You wanna be Sleeping Beauty?”
“Ya. Seeping Booty.”