Status Updates From Trilogía de la guerra

‘I cook a steak for her—acceptable—she wolfs it down before asking for a glass of milk—I pull up a stool and sit next to her—when she finishes eating—we sit in silence watching the birds migrate across the screen, and she says: See, these birds don’t get it either. Don’t get what? I say. They don’t get why they migrate, she says, but they do it all the same, and then she says that what she wants to do is leave, — ’

‘—by the act of eating—we made something sacred disappear forever—breeze carried hints of eucalyptus—in Uruguay he—been a—baker—he said—before coming out with certain things I found unsettling—such as: ‘Life is a layer of soil no bigger than a dirty napkin’ and ‘God is a dishwashing machine—big dishwashing machine’ then—in Argentina—worked as a pastry chef—that ‘intelligence is the final barrier to be demolished’’

enjoying it but currently reading thru a 10 page tangent… wesh