We all rot ballooning into dust husks flesh slip-dripping from bone after a life marked by nails torn clawing to some false ideal we cannot agree on. We all came drenched in the slime of our mothersβ bodies and sweat-flicked fornication to struggle, mottled and squalling, to gorge our animal natures. Yes, a few roads may diverge in this yellow-tinged wood, but letβs not pretend they donβt all lead in the same direction.