One day off from volunteer work for the Taxman and I notice that a house has just vanished. In one day. There on Wednesday, not there on Friday. Nothing left but a vacant lot of dirt clumps. There wasn't even a crew or indication on Wednesday afternoon or night about any kind of removal of that scale. An entire house in the middle of the night/day/whenever just upped and moved itself. It was not a demountable.
Hoeing away at the mounds of dirt that have spawned life anew—this is what brought about that last blister/callous mark—not one, but five hairy spiders ran about and away. Instead of worms I get ants and spiders.
Saturday, 6 October 2001 - 03:42
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