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OK, so how’s this for a great piece of symbolism; a small bird, maybe a humming bird, trapped in a wine bottle which is half full of water. The bird struggles, flapping wildly around in this enclosed space before sinking into the water for a few seconds, hitting the bottom and then, suddenly, springing up again to flap aimlessly away for a few more seconds. This whole scene being witnessed by the Reubenesque figure of Pickle, the tabby cat, not usually one for torturing animals due to excessive laziness but there you go. In turn the tableau of cat, bottle and bird is played out in front of thisisalloneword who stares, trying to make sense out of the whole thing. The whole thing just seems wrong.

His attention is suddenly turned left, to a small animal on the grass behind the cat. Must be a mouse that Pickle had been playing with. Thisisalloneword walks over and picks up the small creature. Pickle looks round from the bird but doesn’t seem to care that her plaything is being taken away. He thinks that it would be best to throw the mouse against a wall, to end its suffering but on examination it is not a mouse at all, it is bigger, maybe three times the size of a mouse and its fur is yellowy-brown. This is a baby tamarind ape.

All this haunts me throughout the day – of course it is all meaningless, more or less, but its so much fun to think about these things and attach meaning to things that don’t need such a thing. Ho hum.