My parents taught me the art of dissection.
I am the modern child. I learned to be ok with being diminished. I learned to be ok with being controlled. I would still be ok if I had remained blind to the irrationality of rationality. Now, I’m tired of the labels. Can I just be known as a human? Someone please teach me the art of deconstruction. I am the modern child, but I’m trying to break out of the molds of modernity.
