November 19, 2008
Forty minutes as a chimpanzee and an hour or so as a five year old child in a playground. Thighs burning and knees locked into the squat, bouncing around the room leaping from action to action. Befriend, intimidate, play; protect the mate, establish authority, play some more. Jumping on furniture, rolling on pipes; aware of gentle bruising but oblivious to the pain. Chimps wouldn’t bruise like that. Running with guns, shouting at girls and playing with a fire-engine. Forming alliances and breaking them for a funny look or dropping the ball or taking my toy. It all got pretty wild.