A Rectangle Becomes A Person

And pride makes us drag our bodies on the ground, a firm act of defiance against the useless limbs; through fields and into living rooms, to drink tea in dirt stained dresses. We sit in silence, the guests evade stony glances. Words are secondary. Instead we send Mescalero smoke signals and offer no more apologies.


H. C. Andersen Medusa, Agnete Lind Picture Book, (1854).