who hid in a cave and watched a stationary
spider, which taught him patience. Such a spider
adheres to my stairwell wall. I will not insult her
with a name. In the room below I attach myself
to the world-wide web of human utterance,
which depends upon an oceanic web of cables,
hundreds of thousands of miles of them
along the ocean beds,
most of them privately owned
by a few abominably-rich Americans
who are entangling us & trussing up the planet
with our shrieking insignificance.
Saturday, 28 March 2026
There was a famous-in-Scotland warlord
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My other spider, in the bathroom, died two days after I published this blog. I buried him and his extensive, dusty web with appropriate ceremony.
Meanwhile, the one on the wall has vanished
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