Infantitillation, My Dear.

I lie in the sun all day, and wonder about how the world works, all its complexities...necessary and un. And I think about how disinterested I am in food, and how it sits there, in a bowl on the floor all day and I don't touch it and no one seems concerned. This world is small and slow, and I can take an entire day to take in the street and what takes place. I am slow and quiet and I try to slip by unnoticed, but they squeal in delight when they find and catch me. They are infantile around me.