“All that remains is a fate whose outcome alone is fatal. Outside of that single fatality of death, everything, joy or happiness, is liberty. A world remains of which man is the sole master. What bound him was the illusion of another world,”
- Albert Camus
She used to protest when the milker came out, forcing us to use the cattle prod to control her. That was a long time ago though. She doesn’t remember those days anymore. Now all she knows is contained in our back yard. The pasture. The milk machine. The hard cock of her owner. It’s as if that human life was all just a bad dream.