Saturday, September 19, 2015

Extraordinary Discourse 243

Small Steps Toward Giant Leaps

I got this image of myself as a flock of sparrows, alighting on the pavement, as though they were cast there like two handfuls of dice, landing in some truly ordered randomness and then hopping their hollow-boned selves from morsel to morsel, pecking at crumbs, coins, cigarette butts, the dried poo of other fowl, their multiple hungers combining to form a single feasting beast.
Daniel Scot Tysdal
Year Zero
The Best Canadian Essays 2014