well portrayed. sickened me that the momory of a man is substantially the taste of him in your mouth. could there be more than cock in you mouth? i wondered. there’s mills and boon. there’s a nasty world where men and women become parents, before they fail to reslove an argument, and act petty and likke victims, and walk away with the children, helped by the state.

i think of the romance young people have in indian villages, starry and breathless with just looks. it bodes well. the story here is of our world, and is a great contrast, its ending is apt. loss of something you never really had, or could have, and ‘attathment issues’ remain.

rats thrive at the fringes of human habitation, – they are here around us. They depend on us, but don’t need us to take them in. Rats are this persons’ interest in the world which takes them into encounters. now a symbol of offbeat and whacky, and really a symbol of no interest, no beat, no whack. A passive interest, hanging on at the fringe (where the core is unwelcoming and corrupt?).

This is an example of very well written story, that makes me sad because it goes nowhere, does nothng (not transcendental) and experiences no difficulties to overcome. Yet so much better than the masses of drivel we get. yet so sad – if it wasn’t a very short story i could have said flat.
So it’s dangerous, and bad and gives me nothing except for pause to reflect.
best wishes,

john.