This Is Not a Metaphor
I have a lethargic fly.
It’s been here about two days. It is heavy and black and I can only assume it’s the same one all this time (so save it, all you “flies live for, like, an hour” types). I feel awful watching it wind down, slowly, a twisting animal caught in a primal time-space curve—it flies ever slower, lands longer each time, and I wonder what I can do to make its last minutes on Earth somehow worthwhile. Not swat it, I suppose.
Suggestions, as always, are welcome
posted by TK @ 00:50
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This influence is favorable for sexual relationships and for all kinds of creative activity. It symbolizes the perfect balance between your need to be yourself and your need to relate to another. But this influence is strongly physical rather than psychological in its effects. A purely romantic relationship with no physical sex would not be very satisfactory, but such a relationship is not likely to occur during this time. Your erotic fantasies will certainly be stimulated, and women or men whom you would not usually look at twice seem much more attractive now. In fact you need to have a certain amount of discretion, lest you get involved in a totally inappropriate relationship. But again this influence is not usually that compulsive.
dear abby, (rosita? consuela? man of the night? yes, man of the night),
my fly says this?
i thought the poor thing was just dying. gee.
sincerely,
Ms. McBickle and her ever-abiding minions
onevethe dying fly is almost new born one . (essentially the anatomic form does not change but flight trajectory ,consequently the visual angle , yes yes!!! )
The common house fly can survive for up to 60 days. It doesn't feel anything--doesn't notice that it's life is waning and that it can't fly and land with the same elegance it once did. They have the most adaptability of all life forms. Amazing little creatures. You've been graced.
anon #1: i didn't realize you'd taken up the crack.
anon #2: you mean i have to live with this for another 58 days?
I would wait until it lands, trap it with a big glass or plastic cup, slide a piece of paper under the glass, and bring the fly outside and let it go. Alternately open a window and try to shoo it out. That's usually my strategy when this happens (and it has happened to me too).
seriously, mits? you don't think it's enjoying the luxuries of my air conditioned bedroom and the caviar and champagne i have set out for its pleasure? a dying fly was never treated so well. i'll consider your proposal, and present it to my fly. we'll get back to you.
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