Monday, 20 December 2010


Once upon a time there was a girl who was so busy digging her own grave and looking at a fake skull that she called her own that the very city that she loved became an alien citadel, and the songbird that she reared an angry vulture who wished to feed on her not-yet-putrid-flesh. She then asked the vulture, "Why must you eat me?" and the vulture smiled. She then asked her city, "Why do you not love me?"
And the city replied, "Because you had illusions of being cosmopolitan."

Wherein she dove into her own sorry grave which was so shallow that people refused to pile earth on her body (she was not yet dead). So she frowned, munched a wreath, and the vulture waited a long while.