The seventh day in my new flat, I found a worm in the fridge. It was flat, black and dead. I quite like interesting animals, but not this one – it looked remarkably like a leech. Where had it come
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"Sometimes," he said, trimming a bud,
"You have to interfere.
But every other time,
you simply let it grow,
'cause that's the point of life."
And I scratched my head.
"Yeah, but how then can you know
when best to interfere?"
He smiled, and then he turned away.
"You have to interfere.
But every other time,
you simply let it grow,
'cause that's the point of life."
And I scratched my head.
"Yeah, but how then can you know
when best to interfere?"
He smiled, and then he turned away.