Monday, 1 September 2008

Lessons in Dialectics

Travelling by train to London I sat down at a table and noticed a wasp crawling across it. Using the paper I was planning to read I carefully brushed the wasp off the table. Later coming into London I reached into my bag and the wasp, which had obviously crawled in, stung me on the wrist. I carefully shook the wasp out of my bag.

2 comments:

it said...

That last line is dialectical as hell! Otherwise, you pass.

Benjamin said...

this was a first attempt.... I may try again. I've realised since you imposed the rules that I'm mired in a habitual dialectical mode in which I can't help expressing various forms of anxiety / reservation. One more effort to be affirmationist...