These albums were thick with babies, but my replicas thinned out as I grew older, as if the population of my duplicates had been hit with some plague.

“How much misery…how much needless despair has been caused by a series of biolog…”

“But reality has too much darkness in it. Too many crows”

“Who is to say that prayers have any effect? On the other hand, who is to say th…”

“What fabrications they are, mothers. Scarecrows, wax dolls for us to stick pins…”