My son, the truck

While obsessed with trucks (and all manner of vehicles), I do not believe my son, Seth, wants to be a truck driver. Rather, he wants to be a truck. Seth doesn't just talk about trucks or cars; he deeply embodies them. The boy trembles as a revving engine, shouts the blaring horn at 6am, contorts into the crumpling, crashing chassis, and exhales through an exhaust pipe when angry. He looks at me oddly when I suggest trucks and cars are objects that need drivers to move. For Seth, they are their own cause, and more than merely vehicles to transport...

A Porcine Parable

In a far away a land, at a certain time, there existed a village of blind persons. These people heard there was an amazing animal called the pig who had come to their lands, but they knew not how to form an idea of its shape. One day, a very large, ancient boar happened to emerge from the forests and marshes surrounding their place. For a while, he made a home in the village, where he fed on people’s gardens and waste, and slept in the sheltered, warm hay of their barns. Over time the pig became relaxed around the...