<!doctype html> <html> <head> <title>Zk | The story of my childhood 9.9</title> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="/style.css" /> <meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width" /> <meta charset="utf-8" /> </head> <body> <main> <header> <h1>Zk | The story of my childhood 9.9</h1> </header> <article class="content"> <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p> <details text="Cut for lameness :D"><summary>Cut for lameness :D</summary>My brothers towered above me, exchanging glances and smiles I could not interpret. My mother and father lived on an Olympus of subtleties and nuance. I watched them and wondered. I wondered about a lot of things. "If you were a tiny man, as big as my thumb," I said to my father, "and you stood inside my mouth, and I closed my mouth, would you suffocate and die?" My father stared at me. "Jane," he said, "I'm speechless." "'I'm speechless' is speech," I said, somewhat mollified by this linguistic triumph. I resented the state of childhood wonder. It was insatiable, yet it seemed to me to be no more than a puerile affliction, like baby teeth. My ignorance struck me as a bizarre anomaly, for I felt, with utter certainty, that I was - how can I say this? - that I was <em>sufficient</em>. Evidence to the contrary forced itself on me every hour of every day, but that seemed to me some preposterous misunderstanding. <em>- <u>The Evolution of Jane</u> by Cathleen Schine</em> EDIT: Not quite sure what a 'fother' is, so I figured 'father' was close enough :oP </details </article> <footer> <p>Page generated on 2006-03-18 19:35:51</p> </footer> </main> <script type="text/javascript"> document.querySelectorAll('.tag').forEach(tag => { let text = tag.innerText; tag.innerText = ''; tag.innerHTML = `<a href="/tags.html#${text}">${text}</a>`; }); </script> </body> </html>