This reckless imposition of childhood can only be a side effect of medication. To enter life, you have to be as soft as stuffing, every new child swaddled from head to toe in the silk of fear—a castrating mother by nature, an unconditional cheerleader. The power of fear is in the sum of every small dream reduced to dust. Let’s snort it, then—looks like that’s the only way left to live. To conceal nudity by shutting it away in the shower, and peace at last. God bless sedation.
