If an animal could speak, I wonder what it would have to say. He would not speak ill, Or complain, And no silence would be awkward, If for any moment you could manage one.
27 minutes late to econ: = Walking into a tutorial which is not my own, because I still haven’t managed a grip on my timetable. = Creeping up the stairs to the back door which will allow me to slip into the correct lecture theatre relatively unnoticed, only to find it locked. = 27 minutes…… Continue reading 27 Minutes Late
Summer is losing it’s strength as winter rises from hibernation, groggy yet ready to begin. There’s something poetic to be made of a day that just can’t make up it’s mind, but really it stands as the entire town wearing an extra pair of socks and three shirts to combat the weather, only for 10am to…… Continue reading Autumn: Sitting on a Fence
I saw a man walking his chickens today. I didn’t know that anybody walked chickens. There’s no sticker for that on a supermarket egg carton. The chickens from the farm down the road certainly don’t need walking but they’re so free range they barely know their home. When they sell the eggs from the most free range…… Continue reading Free Range