a spider is a spider is a spider is a neuron sometimes a roving neuronbut make
no mistake a spider is a neuron
its
hundredsthreaded web is a construct of synapses which feed subtle inputs identifiying prey deliberating rents violations holes
in its vital continuity curious fingerings which strum its neural strings
it occurred to him one brisk
morninghe wasnt going to pay attention to the house temperatureclose the
windows 52 brisk but not too cold the window in
the bathroom was open he had a warm
showeronce the shower curtain was closed and he was under water the enclosed
spacehe was sure wasnt 52 far warmer how you think of things is
more than half the battle far
warmer
he turned the water off and pulled
back the curtain there was a mist in the
air that visually movedswirled when the wind breathed through the window he toweled his upper body dry stood on either
leg drying his legs then stepped out of the tub onto the bath matthe mist
disassembling
as was his practise since he
notice appleseed years ago she seemingly etched in the corner of the ceiling above
the sink replaced now by
yaaintnoappleseed he liked to think that
yaaint was an offspring of appleseeds it comforted
him to think so
as was
his practise he looked into appleseeds corner and yaaint was immobilefront an
center on silvered weave that was larger than he knew and he could see that each of yaaints legs
stood on separate strands
curiously he blew to yaaints leftwatched the threads
tremblewatched the tensionthe attitude in yaaint false alarm
fascinated he repeated blowing
into yaaints web a couple more times the
results the same and readying to blow a
fourth time suddenlyinstead he held his breath his lungs filled he could feel his breaths sensation inside himprickling him then it occurred to him yaaint was a neuron
a perfect neuron
perfected nearly
fourhundredmillion years ago
1534, Thursday,
3 1. 19
1100, Twosday,
8 1. 19