Status Updates From Ein Kind Gottes

“He is small, unclean, unshaven. He moves in the dry chaff among the dust and slats of sunlight with a constrained truculence. Saxon and Celtic bloods. A child of God much like yourself perhaps”

central question: is Lester as much of a child of God as us?

Waiting for the part where he redeems himself
I like when a scene is described in sequence instead of how the skyline looks like a long and confused simile

A beautiful anecdote of exploration and then being a piece of doodoo to chickens for no reason