perverse joke Humans have the spirits of angels housed in the bodies of beasts. It's like some kind of perverse joke. We do neither one nor the other particularly well. We lack the sureness of purpose that animals get from their instincts. A wolf knows she is a wolf, and when she sees an unprotected lamb, she doesn't hesitate to leap. A human would be consumed by guilt. On the other hand, it's hard to follow through on our most noble imaginings when our bodies keep dragging us back into the world of the mundane: eating because we are hungry, shitting once we are full, surrounded by noise and light and motion, living in a horrendous sewer that we ourselves created in our least conscious moments.
	location: Paris date: Summer 1992 average rating: [not rated] your rating (0-10):