My mother is a survivor who's had a lot of things happen in her life that have been very trying.
A father is always making his baby into a little woman. And when she is a woman he turns her back again.
As we descend deeper and deeper in this region its inhabitants become more and more modified, and fewer and fewer, indicating our approach towards an abyss where life is either extinguished , or exhibits but a few sparks to mark its lingering presence.

