Oftentimes I think “The time is getting closer and closer”. And I mean the “time” of something specific. Like, say, letting a human body out of my human body.
As if carrying yourself through the world wasn’t enough of a challenge, one day you decide to carry a new human inside of you. To build it from scratch for a while, to release it to the world, just like a project (album, novel, film) but as an independent human.
If birthing a baby is a party, I don’t know who the real host is.
Le baby? Is that so? I’m invited for sure.
Even more than invited. I am the venue where the party will eventually take place.
As I prepare myself for that event,