30. 9. 2010 // // Kategorie Randnotizen 2010

At the restaurant we all watched a small insect navigating the creases and folds in the tablecloth like a lunar surface, stopping to punt crumbs from the meal.

“What’s it called?”

“I don’t know… but you know these bugs, when they land on you or your food, it leaves a smell of burnt something.”

We wanted to find out if this was true and so delicately stroked its back with a scrunched up napkin; we sniffed the napkin and it smelt of toast.

“Hi stinky bug!”