The Sum of Our Contradictions

The time has come, the walrus said, to speak of many things…well, one thing, anyway.

Let me explain my love of gargoyles. It’s a love of grotesques, if I want to be precise, and I do like precision in most things. Gargoyles are a subset of the larger grotesque category, somewhat like Malamutes are a subset of the category dog. I love Malamutes, but I like all dogs. Mostly. There’s some ambivalence when it comes to absurd little creatures that have to piss every hour because their bladders and their brains are the size of peas. I pretend those aren’t dogs. It’s the easiest solution.

Back to gargoyles and grotesques.