‘o.k., fine, dear. when’s dinner?’

“Most of them ac­cept­ed name­less­ness with the per­fect in­dif­fer­ence with which they had so long ac­cept­ed and ig­nored their names. Whales and dol­phins, seals and sea ot­ters con­sent­ed with par­tic­u­lar alacrity, slid­ing into anonymi­ty as into their el­e­ment.”
 

Want a good­night, my fa­vorite sea­son is the fall of pa­tri­archy, an­i­mal lover, thought-pro­vok­ing sto­ry?

I read this for the first time about 10 years ago in my Bible as Lit­er­a­ture col­lege class at Mills Col­lege. My af­fec­tion for it hasn’t fad­ed and the con­clu­sion still gives me chills:

(or for au­dio­philes, here’s a Read by the Au­thor ver­sion)
 
 
 

—kit bertum

Flom­mist Kit Bertum is talk­a­tive and moody, fills si­lences with in­ter­nal laugh­ter. Copy­right © 2019 Kit Bertum. Pic­tured: Paul Klee, Adam and Lit­tle Eve (cropped), 1921, source.

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