Thursday, June 3, 2010

For a Fallen Tree

On the train (just now), a man in front of me had a spindly spider crawling in his hair. As I took stock of the situation, I thought it wise to keep quiet. There was no need for any unwanted hysteria. I waited.

I waited till the spider repelled a little bit. Then a little bit more to the width of a finger. I reached, snatched, shook, and threw the freeloader onto the ground (to let him fend for himself in that footed forest.) But.

No one noticed. No one cheered or even smiled. And this.

Is why I blog.

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