bad seeds

- Where does all this come from?

- Where do you think? Genes, Dad, heritage. Rotten seed. We're all bad seeds. Subhuman.

- Go on and have some babies. Maybe they'll turn out different.

- Different from everyone else? There's no such thing as 'different'. And I don't feel like experimenting in that area: it's painful, and expensive, and pointless.

- What is it with you and 'pointless'? Dumb excuses. You're just trying to avoid being responsible.

- Dad, it's irresponsible to produce offsprings that - you know - are going to be sick and doomed, since the parents are just as sick and doomed. And only because cosi fan tutte; because there is some apparently 'higher meaning' to it all, which is not ours to comprehend. After all we are merely the executors of this higher purpose. Shit's gotta be tasty, millions of flies can't be wrong. And, anyway, the world will end soon enough, in case you haven't heard.

- You know, it's strange, but listening to you, I feel a lot better.

- See, that's exactly why you breed: to suck the life from your children. And then you're surprised: "Where does all this come from?"

- Katya, you're such a twit sometimes.

- Thanks.

- I love you very much.



in Elena