Feed on

I was walking down the street when I crossed paths with a woman in her mid-30s pushing a stroller with tinted mesh over the top to protect her child from the sun and bugs.  Here’s something you don’t see everyday in the city, I thought.  A smiling mother and her baby. As she passed, I looked in the stroller… to see a toy dog staring back at me, oblivious to its elevated status as a newly minted member of homo sapiens.

I didn’t have my camera with me to record this beautiful metaphor of barren yuppie womb, though it looked like this:

“tell mommy you love her!”

I believe this is one of the signs of the apocalypse.


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