Yes tonight I saw a spider.
It’s at least 50 feet between the building I’m staying in and the one across the way. Yet he hung there… 40 feet above the ground, blowing in the wind.
If this had been Indiana, I’d say a storm was brewing. You know the feeling… A suspiciously warm night, a strong breeze coming in from the south… rain is coming, big storm. Big rain. But here in Southern California, phft, I don’t have a clue. This weather is… weird.
The spider.
He was blowing in the breeze, moving around at least two feet. Completely oblivious to the impending death that surly awaits him should he fall the 40 or so feet to the ground. But yet there he was, making his web. Working tirelessly to construct that which would sustain his life.
There was a point… somewhere.
I know, “What the f’hell?” Yet some how, for some reason, to me, it is… was profound.
Yes. I’m drunk.
Monday, September 28, 2009
I Saw A Spider
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3 comments:
hmmm, are you making the best of your time there??
Maybe...
You on FaceBook?
Nice post, in a drunk, profound way. You're posting less and less these days. You hate California, and your life there, right? You left everything behind, the Barn, your friends, your family, the PGR...
At least, try to post more often. You have a good, direct and amusing, straightforward style, that its not that easy to find. In 4 words, you're fun to read. Despite all our differences.
Cheers from Europe/Portugal
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