Toast
30. 9. 2010 // Lone Twin // Kategorie Randnotizen 2010At 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!”
