Sydelle at the hive the first time: now you pick a name. I pick my name. Instantly, a sort of birthing — a plumage and hunger. Was I infant or was I a stillborn?
“Today, there’s no present to people. Nobody wants to listen for very long to anybody talking, except in certain places — in a bar, in a confessional, or maybe a shrink’s office. All they say is, Yeah, yeah, yeah. Men don’t even tell dirty jokes much anymore.”
Barry Hannah