Monday, January 3, 2011


WALKING into cobwebs.
Neither me nor the spider is happy about it.

STEPPING on snails.
Neither me nor the snail was happy about it.

The above two dislikes are made worse at night. Walking into cobwebs in the dead of the night makes me feel like I entered twilight zone. Was that really a cobweb? And then the sound of the crunchy snail resonates loud and crisp in the silence, so there's no mistaking it as a dried leaf. Hais, sad life. Bye.

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