Fluttered 1 July 2008
On the train this morning there was an extremely stressed and haggard-looking butterfly flitting it’s battered little self against the windows. And then as it rested against the tiny ledge around the window getting abraded by the air conditioning vent, a guy calmly peeled it from its perch, threw it on the floor, and stomped it.
I was on my way to my second day at a putting-on-pants, getting-on-a-train, sitting-in-an-office job and decided it wasn’t a good time to go looking for metaphors.
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