Runaway Future


Somewhere no one cared about.

Filed under: The Daily Grind — forbes @ 13:53

The story about the shaving gel used to open this article reminded me of this time when I was a kid.

It was when I lived in Chester and I got invited to go with a friend and his father to a house they owned out in the countryside for a day. It was a typical kid adventure: tramping through the woods where there was mud and cold and rain; there was a culvert underneath the road in front of the house that was big enough for us to walk through.

At one point, we were hanging out in the basement of the house and for whatever reason, I chose to pour turpentine down a drain or sink sitting there. I presumed that the drain was somehow hooked up to the outside and it would just go “away”. Of course, it wasn’t hooked up to anything, so at the bottom of the sink, this turpentine started seeping out as my friend’s dad came downstairs wondering what we were doing.

I was a never really a destructive kid (although now thinking about this, on that same trip, we put a bunch of grass in the road and watched as cars ran it over, then one of the cars stopped and we hid in the culvert until they went away), just a weird flashback of memory…




Filed under: The Daily Grind — forbes @ 11:57

This morning, I was walking to work.

A few meters in front of me was a woman walking in the same direction.

All of the sudden, she stopped, bent over and picked a worm off the sidewalk, moving it to the safety of a nearby lawn.

Last night was a rainy affair and the sidewalk was strewn with worms in various states of distress, forced above ground after their tunnels flooded with the rain.

The absurdity of this woman delicately and carefully trying to save a single worm struck me.

Heading towards us, a mother held the hand of her young son.

As they approached us, it became obvious that the son was stomping on all the worms he saw on the sidewalk.

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