BABY FOUCAULT [knocks over blocks]: anarchy
BABY FOUCAULT [kicks blocks into corner]: post-anarchy
WOMAN: who’s the baby?
whooooo’s the baby?
BABY FOUCAULT: I don’t feel that it is necessary to know exactly what I am
MAN [ducks face behind cloth]: peekabo!
I see you!
BABY FOUCAULT: visibility is a trap
WOMAN: can you say ma-ma?
MAN: can you say da-da?
WOMAN: can you say ba-ba?
MAN: he won’t say anything
BABY FOUCAULT: there is not one but many silences
WOMAN: that’s a BAD BABY
look at this mess
we DON’T DO THAT in this house
BABY FOUCAULT: there is no glory in punishing
MAN: have a little bite
BABY FOUCAULT: no
MAN: just one
BABY FOUCAULT: NO
MAN: what’s wrong
BABY FOUCAULT: it’s bourgeois
WOMAN: uh oh
did somebody make a mess?
does somebody need a diaper change?
BABY FOUCAULT: do not glory in your state
an instant suffices to disturb and annihilate that supposed wisdom of which you are so proud
an unexpected event, a sharp and sudden emotion of the soul will abruptly change the most reasonable and intelligent man into a raving idiot
MAN: can you say da-da
can you say da-da for me?
BABY FOUCAULT: discourse is not life
Mallory is an Editor of The Toast.