00:00:23. [ . . . ] My father swallowed swords. It was one of the years he turned 40. Not realizing that’s how old he turned the year before, I got him a birthday cake that said “Happy Big 40, Dad !” I may have done this twice. My father went from age 40 right to 43. My father went from 40 to swallowing swords. How does one who leads [ . . . ] / SAMPLE : Audio L5161ORDE-02. 00:00:05. [ . . . ] and I do not wish to live in a world where this is permitted, where [ . . . ] / SAMPLE : Audio L5161ORDE-03. 00:04:14. [ . . . ] to me. Growing up, I remember the myriad satellite dishes, rods, and scanners stretching from our home’s roof and siding. Together, they crowned the building with cosmic magnificence. I remember the basement lined with arrays of panels with buttons and levers, small green monitors that strained the eyes, tubing that billowed steam periodically. No one else remembers. Mother denies it, denied it until the day she dropped into a catatonic state, probably still denies it in her hospitalized unconsciousness.
