Heard someone say eight times loudly at the clinic today: “Are you freezing your embryos again?” Made me wonder if someone was joking (not very funny considering the environment,) or just being a really good friend who doesn’t understand patient privacy.

We, in the waiting room, were almost indifferent at first. Then, we exchanged telepathic communications, and the voice in the brainwaves of the woman who sat next to me sounded like a man who has returned from hunting wild pig in Northern California. Primordial, and scared because of how modern everything around her was.