{"id":30496,"date":"2021-11-29T10:38:00","date_gmt":"2021-11-29T14:38:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/?p=30496"},"modified":"2021-11-29T10:38:00","modified_gmt":"2021-11-29T14:38:00","slug":"signals-from-the-freezer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/2021\/11\/29\/signals-from-the-freezer.html","title":{"rendered":"Signals From the Freezer"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Sometimes I hear signals. See them, at least. I hear nothing now but whirring from the freezer behind me. I grew up in a freezer. It was on the top rack, with ice cube trays and three other children, where I learned to masturbate and write operas. I never knew what I did not have. There was no chocolate, no clams, no erotic fantasies involving mud or exotic coffee. All I knew was ice, and cold. Today I wander through a new freezer. It is enormous, as it must be, to accommodate my sudden expansion. My thumbs are longer than my legs, my head has cloned itself into 6 nearly identical copies, while my arms have shortened to nubs. I castrated myself 14 times but everything kept growing back, bigger and more distracting than this lifetime of puberty. With the help of a medical professional I have ceased defecating but my diet of ice and water means a lifetime of urination. Since I cannot move, not quickly or at will, at least, I pee onto myself and those who step into me. It felt icky at first but has become a quiet joy. No one complains. Some even smile. Sounds of sanity echo in far away places, on tiny plantations and empty planets. I cannot see my feet past my belly, pregnant now with the next Big Bang. I don&#8217;t know how any Creator expects me to give birth but that is my charge. I&#8217;ve studied the mechanics, consulted with experienced Creators of new universes, I&#8217;ve even seeded the ground with my cum to fertilize rain forests that will soon call me Father. I remain confident but anxious, learning languages of every nation about to be born. But black sunshine turns to rancid meat, a potion of dirt surrounding me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sometimes I hear signals. See them, at least. I hear nothing now but whirring from the freezer behind me. I grew up in a freezer. It was on the top rack, with ice cube trays and three other children, where I learned to masturbate and write operas. I never knew what I did not have. [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[29],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-30496","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-text","et-doesnt-have-format-content","et_post_format-et-post-format-standard"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/paumAn-7VS","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/30496","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=30496"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/30496\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":30497,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/30496\/revisions\/30497"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=30496"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=30496"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=30496"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}