April 13, 2008
The fly on the wall doesn’t understand. He thinks it is because it is because his brain is so small, but he hears talk. He hears people, real human beings wishing they were a fly on the wall, wishing they were him. Why would such a creature want to be him? Why would they want to live in constant terror of being squashed by one of them? Do their large brains weigh them down so much with worries he cannot grasp? Do they think it is a thrill to live the way he does? Oh, to be one of them!