Tender Is the Flesh

by Agustina Bazterrica

He wishes he could anesthetize himself and live without feeling anything.

You’ll see, Son, it’s either going to be blown to bits or all of us are going to die from some plague.

There’s something admirable in her artificial indifference. There’s something about her he’d like to break.

“The human being is the cause of all evil in this world. We are our own virus.”