There was this thing flying around next to my desk. A moth or something. Just flying around, doing its thing. It’s not as though i bore it any specific malice or anything, but it was a bug flying around in my room, you know? I grabbed hold of my Coldplay cd and swatted it down from mid-air — it fell, paralyzed, onto my printer.


Probably crushed its wings, i thought. Poor thing.


An entire Coldplay cd later and i still have the empty white box of blogger open trying to think of what to say when, out of my peripheral vision, i see something winging about to my left. I turn around and, sure enough, the thing is back.


I would still be lying on the printer. I swatted it down with the case of my next cd.


Poor thing.