Thursday, February 26, 2009
I was walking down the street today and I stepped on one of those seed things that float around in summer, kids call them fairies and the story goes that if you blow them away, you get to make a wish (I imagine it was a man that came up with that one). Anyway I accidentally stood on one and for a second I had this horrible, and completely irrational, feeling of guilt, like I'd stomped on a butterfly or a little kid's dream. I tried to tell myself, 'hey, it's just a bit of grass, like standing on a leaf.' But it didn't work, I still felt like a fairy killer. First fairies, next dolphins and rainbows.