The crow talks to the stoplight. The response is predictable. The wind carries a more complex song The city is watching, and sees nothing. A flower grows in a bucket of tiny Precisely machined, corrosion-resistant ball bearings The bucket was left out in the rain. A beetle burrows into railroad gravel. An ape comes down from the tree. It has decided the tree is a stranger. Now the ape ties a stick to a rock. The stick tells it that the rock is an unnatural creation. Ants practice architecture underfoot. The stick fails to notice its own characterization and completely misses the point.
I got laid off last week.