“Isn’t it dysfunctional?” he asked,
his head cocked. His confidence
steeped in every privilege due
to a certain sort of man, by
accident of birth. The talk of
animals bored him. “Wouldn’t it
be better to focus on your own
species?” He might have meant him.
Clever and righteous, summing
up the damning evidence like a
closing argument in court, he asked,
“Isn’t choosing to live with animals
actually a kind of avoidance
behavior?” Yes, I say. Exactly.