Selling death

Whenever it crosses my mind I might die, I try to evaluate how many cute girls may die too, and this is how I gauge how big a tragedy it will be.
When groups of people die though, the news always says something like: “Twelve people died, including 4 children”. What does that mean? Children are more valuable than adults?
I think it’s not fair; the papers should get some perspective.

Welcome to the free world

Me and Baby went to Shenzhen today. I do love China, it’s so free of so many of the useless things my own society has been cultivating over the years. Children hang out together there, like little gangs of little people. I once saw an older child leading a younger child by the hand, and the smaller child fell over. I expected it to start crying. Instead, I witnessed the older child just drag it along the ground till it as able to find it’s feet again, and they continued along their merry way.
I also saw a little boy in a restaurant, whose face was all cut up and who seemed to have a badly cut up foot, all bloody and bandaged around the toes. He was filthy and looked poor in the good-old fashioned sense. To amuse themselves, the restaurant staff tried to stamp on his bad foot, and he danced around trying to avoid what promised to be excruciating pain. They thought it was funny, and he thought it was fun, and I thought, wouldn’t it be nice if I could have fun too.

Old NY

I’m in old lady Manhattan now. On the 2nd leg of my flight here, South Korea to NY, I sat next to a child. Very cute, when she sat her extended legs just reached the end of the seat. Children are just like people, but smaller. I think because they have all that joie de vivre and pathos normal people have, wrapped up into that small space of their bodies, it comes out in little explosions rather than steady streams. She kicked me a lot while she was sleeping, and stepped on me and took my empty dishes to play with, she hooped and hollered when something funny happened on her cartoon and she had one brief crying fit, but it wasn’t annoying at all. I think if people are good natured then it doesn’t bother you.
I slept most of the flight, which is unusual. I didn’t even get around to playing ‘If you had to choose just one flight attendant…’

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No chance to draw sadly. I've scanned old pictures of cats I drew after my hero Toulouse Lautrec.