Send not to know ....A small spider hangs motionless,roughly six inches from the ceiling, under a narrow crack in the anaglypta. Perhaps it is watching me while I am watching it, but perhaps not. I lie flat on a thin duvet, hands clasped behind my head. A siren rips apart the silence, a needle in an arm, the broken skull of a young tart hammered by a psychopath, drunks booting ribs on Broad Street, a crushed body slammed in a hit-and run, diabetic coma, cardiac arrest, stroke or burst appendix, city life as-is. So I'll just watch the spider, still wondering if and why it should bother watching me. URL: http://mourne.net/spider.htm |