“Was not their mistake once more bred of the life of slavery that they had been living?—a life which was always looking upon everything, except mankind, animate and inanimate—‘nature,’ as people used to call it—as one thing, and mankind as another, it was natural to people thinking in this way, that they should try to make ‘nature’ their slave, since they thought ‘nature’ was something outside them” — William Morris

Friday, March 25, 2011

There's a Moth in My Face

I shared my CPAP mask with a sleeping moth tonight. I wondered what kept brushing against my face as I slept and in the end it woke me up. I wonder whether it enjoyed the air flow. Not sure what a CPAP is? Here's my post on that. Part of my body take pleasure in my death.

1 comment:

MALALE said...

Perhaps it was Robin Blaser, just passing through. /because he wrote "the moth poems"

I love the title of this post, reminds me of "there's a ghost in my house" (mainly the fall cover)