What do you do
In Kathmandu
When yetis search for prey
You tell them true
You’ve got the flu
And then they’ll run away
You see? This is what I’m brought to when the day has been
uneventful: writing rubbish ditties for the sake of putting something on a
blog. Writing is the only active and pleasurable pursuit left to me now that my
chassis is rusting badly and the scrap yard is just around the next corner.
I suppose I could mention the slug I rescued. It was on my office
floor looking dehydrated so I put it outside where it’s mild and damp, talking
nicely to it on the way. And then I pondered the question of whether a life has
been worthwhile if you’ve made at least one slug happy.
Tomorrow is Wednesday. Interesting things sometimes happen
on a Wednesday.
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