Grad student, writer, and pathological doubter who tends towards the belief that an understanding of our humanity is our only chance. Tw: @camtoddclayton
It’s 12:16am on a Wednesday morning and I’ve just come in from a late-night walk. The cool summer evening breeze was nice, but the truth is I wasn’t out for the scenery. Nor was I alone.
Ask someone, sometime, what the first word they ever uttered was. No doubt they’ll tell you something that their parents heard them articulate when they were far too young to know their pants from a toilet.