of course

we laugh and wonder who will be the banker, who will be the waitress. who will be the doctor, and who will be the amiable scholar. no one better off. someone will become the janitor. it is how it is, reality unfolding.

a bunch of apes sitting under a banana tree wait for food to fall for them. some of the apes will die waiting. they cannot live so long. mechanical failure, apes in old age that look and act like children. blind apes that scratch at the ground, thinking they see food. everybody needs food, needs to eat.

intellect, creativity, strength.
the clever ape will achieve an end, a smart ape will determine a way we can all share, and a strong ape will take it all. hooray.

when a comfortable mean is approached, the apes stop being greedy. they settle down and stop fighting. fruit flies buzz around while they eat. some apes eat hastily. others are patient and calm. there will be many bananas.


cj lays the textbook down on a table and several people pick it up throughout the night, reading it aloud for their friends. but the tone of the book is depressed and bleak. they comment on how sad it makes them feel. laughter from the peanut gallery.

we are all vicious. some are more subtle than others.