frailty

i trickled away ten minutes of my life today trying to catch a fly - alive, that is. don't get me wrong, squashing it with a swatter crossed my mind. ok, fine, it seemed like a perfect solution to the nuisance. there's just this relief and satisfaction taking an aerodynamically meshed swatter, even with the ensuing microcarnage on the window. especially when you've been chasing it around. ohhh the thrill of killing flies.

but as much as all the shit we've created on this planet - and destroyed - there's something even mary shelley couldn't create on paper. life.

we couldn't breathe life into even an ant if we tried. ever notice how a fly goes to the window? i haven't a clue what a fly does or thinks, but life is life.