Catalysis and Delirium

a marginally redemptive micro biography offhandedly ushered into this reverie by Ellipsis the muse of all highway roundabouts my first impressions at age minus 20 minutes stuck in the birth canal of a woman whose deeper psychological structures think she is withholding permission her screaming was possibly misplaced since dying was only seemingly inevitable not knowing what a scream is I am struck by the echo in the delivery room which gives me my first indication of a space that is filled with something other myself presently possessing nothing other only a great body-long dimensionless squeezing amplified by the gentle tug of my deliveryman's forceps though possibly not so gentle since to this day I am left with dents and ripples upon my peanut head which would constitute a turgid prose novel for any Nazi phrenologist worth his calipers apparently a mighty heave ho and some cheer leading by the hovering nurses released her death grip sufficient to the task of birthing another potential carrier of civilization into the world of sequence and insanity I suppose all that future grunting kinda got its start right here