When Mrs. Kegle assigned her 2nd grade class the ouroboros project, the results were mixed. Each morning, the Ojia teacher wore flowing green robes, bejeweled necklaces, and she spoke in that glazed tone one gets after ayahuasca ceremonies hit triple digits, like an echo from down the hall. Mrs. Kegle felt it was important that she expose the young tykes to adult concepts early on: sex, drugs, and the continuation of all things. She stressed the importance of infinity, telling them that one day it would all make sense... Alas, her profundity was lost on those feeble young minds. They returned only with baked cookies. The ouroboros looked hungry.
This is a Friday newsletter. Each week I pick a new word I’m trying to learn, then use it in a short story. Suggest a word in the comments. See ya next week wordos!