amateur origami
my take on the tragedy of the titan cronos eating his children is that it's less of a lesson on how time devours whatever time produces, and is more about how one's intentions can be so misconstrued that the only version of that story that has survived is the one in which he does so out of fear and not love for my little boy has taught me just how difficult it can be to hold back from dislocating my own jaw in order to swallow his cuteness whole when he's unhappy, his squeals and shrieks shatter my heart and scatter the shards but his smiles and the sound of his little voice box engine starting uhh-uhh-huhhhhhhhh and the feeling of his little hands gripping me tight as our breaths squeeze his chest into mine these melt and draw those scattered heart shards right back together again each time reforming a little larger than before we dance along together to his sheer delight, his joyous little jazz hands clench into vices holding on for dear life every first mome...