Sep 26, 2013 00:24
The fake gaslights on the ends of the bridge are a spider Cold War zone. There are several spiders on each pane - all large, some larger than others. But when one gets close to another, even smaller, you can see the "You don't want to try that" preparations for total war. Collectively, they are waiting for the loot of dumb moths to fall into the man-made trap. Individually, they have territory to be fought over - to the death, but nobody wants it to come to that.
Then a bus whirrs past. A fluorescent lit cuboid with a few people who know nothing, and care nothing, about spiders. A lesson in scale - any of us could wipe out those spiders with a swipe of the hand. Indeed, I do: the boat has too many, and if I see them, I swipe them out of the way. But even if I swipe them into the river, I can watch them scrabble their way back. Water is not the same to them as it is to me.
So I walk on, and someone passes me. When I walk, I swing my arms. Perhaps one and a half feet arc. I believe there is some good reason for this - transference of weight etc. But he doesn't - his arms move only two inches at most per stride. Not saying I am right and he is wrong, or vice versa. But why? Why is that what is, to me, a natural phenomenon, not normal to him? Is one of us a wierdo? Or has one of us a strange body?
gibbering