Look at our need

for privacy in defecation

our shyness in courtship

to know our place, and us in it

all too well

I am one of the low countries and, though predictions of cataclysms rise and fall, I'll probably always be one of the low countries.

My people are as statuesque as brioches. Even my monuments refuse to soar.

You don’t know when or why it started. People ask you about it sometimes when you mention that you have suffered from depression. You give them some bullshit answer about it being a delayed reaction to your parents’ divorce.