9 October 2026
Interactive coordination play (working title): bop bag stress relief, prehistoric and inflatable. Seen through a window and a cat tree, like a cave. Washing the dishes at Yenah's grandmother's apartment, looking out the window at a slippery facial expression stuck between shock and wonder. Like it is perpetually anticipating something just about to happen. It spent its days legless, waiting for the boy to come home. And when the boy did, he was an option for channeled aggression, destined to take punches in service. I recently had a pretty upsetting experience where a phone scammer convinced me that he had kidnapped my mother and was going to kill her and himself if I didn't send him money. What makes someone stoop to such evil? Where does it start? Where was his interactive coordination play?