My Diary: The Icarus In Daedalus’s Head

June and I had a lie in curled up inside a fossilised dinosaur nest.‭ ‬Above us was the poignant reminders of a fight between a parent and a predator‭ ‬-‭ ‬June said that predators are parents as well but I countered by saying all life forms should be like floating clouds that mingle instead of kill.‭ ‬I got up quickly and dressed in a cordless telephone while waiting for my clothes to call‭ ‬-‭ ‬as usual my underwear spoke first.‭ ‬An imaginary stranger stood at the window looked like a sentry on Assyrian ramparts although I noticed he had a slot for personal letters.‭ ‬Outside a crowd was gathering‭ ‬-‭ ‬I shouted out that creativity is like jumping off an impossibly high cliff and never quite knowing if your wings will work‭ ‬-‭ ‬of course no one listened.


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