“Onion You had many layers like an onion. Wait, no, like an artichoke – with your layers arranged like snake scales, not stacked like coats of paint. Be sure to call in a year or so and tell me whether I was lifting heavy stones off your bunker door or plucking petals off your face.”

“Onion You had many layers like an onion. Wait, no, like an artichoke – with your layers arranged like snake scales, not stacked like coats of paint. Be sure to call in a year or so and tell me whether I was lifting heavy stones off your bunker door or plucking petals off your face.”

— Bo Burnham