Considering the pig, a single-minded bestiary.
Considerations of humanity and hogritude, because an insufficiency of pigs is one of the great faults of all that the gods have made manifest to man.
In early September I started to hear people whispering about the return of PSL’s – Pumpkin Spice Lattes. Speaking in hushed reverence, they praised the beginning of another season of the reign of ridiculous pumpkin spiced products. I tried to ignore the whispers of these addicts. September is, after all, but a gateway to Fall. It is the month when the sane among us try to hang on to the last vestiges of summer.
They had walked a bit together while he told her of death, Dharma and the postmortem continuity called rebirth. Too late, he realized he was an over rooting suitor, boring her with a lecture…
Occasionally, in order to prove there’s nothing extraordinary about them, they’ll make a formal display of their capacity for wasting time. To the women passing by, they are mistakes waiting to be made. All others passing think, “Behold here are vagrants arisen among us!”
An impatient interlude & a scene that captivates and entertains, all the more farcical because it is the carnal pigs and not the passengers’ interlude inside that is the object of every passerby’s attention.
Charlotte’s Web is a beloved children’s story about a little girl who lives on a farm and falls in love with a runt pig she names Wilbur. The pig is also befriended by a spider named Charlotte, who is determined to save Wilbur from slaughter.
