... on the way to work the other morning ...
... ... a large grey bird, scotched and in the gutter. I would not have noticed him had it not been for the very neat hole in the centre of his chest, and the shadow of the cavity within.
... this page (above) from a book about the history of Africa, lying neatly in the street. All I could think was, Well, there you go; screwed again.
... some kid, maybe three or four years old, sticking his head out the window. It struck me how seldom I'd seen that in my life. I mean, you see it on school buses, but those are little more than prisons on wheels (I was always -- ingloriously -- a town kid who walked to school).
... ... a large grey bird, scotched and in the gutter. I would not have noticed him had it not been for the very neat hole in the centre of his chest, and the shadow of the cavity within.
... this page (above) from a book about the history of Africa, lying neatly in the street. All I could think was, Well, there you go; screwed again.
... some kid, maybe three or four years old, sticking his head out the window. It struck me how seldom I'd seen that in my life. I mean, you see it on school buses, but those are little more than prisons on wheels (I was always -- ingloriously -- a town kid who walked to school).
Hmm... this all sounds a little ominous...
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