Monday, 25 October 2010

Early complex

Once as a child, a sparrow fell down the shaft of our house and couldn't fly out.  I scaled down and helped it out.
And I like to think  its progeny, an entire generation of cultist sparrows have me as their god. Because I want very badly to be adored.

1 comment:

  1. could be they mistook our shaft for yours last year then -
    ours was invaded by a flock of sparrows.
    Perhaps they thought it was Valhalla.


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