Familiaris

by David Wroblewski

“All human endeavor,” Drencher opened, “begins with the planting of a seed, and all human profit is the reaping of a harvest. We are every one farmers, no matter our worldly occupation. By this I mean: imperialists, conquerors, butchers, and tyrants.”

“It is your first and last duty in this life,” he wrote, “not to be an idiot.”