Tuesday, 14 October 2008
Today I watched ducks in the park. Little adolescent ducks, doing the usual things they do. Nipping at each others heels. Flap-running across the water. All following their mother around, asking for gas money. There's something soothing about little ducks. Here and there, quack-quacking. Come to me little ducks. Follow me. Together we will take over the world, one bread crumb at a time.