My latest idée fixe is one of the earliest yet most primal words we learn, one of the simplest yet most taken-for-granted routines we perform, one of the most comforting yet complex symbols we possess: bed. In my next posts, I will be offering the etymology of this seemingly straightforward but startlingly sinister syllable, a poetic sequence (if it will so permit me) on this most basic of phenomena, and some essays on what the bed signifies in our existence. The topics will be manifold. Childhood, entropy, sex, and, among others, death, will be my fodder. In the meantime, as I tuck in my sheets and prop my pillows, good night.
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