By William Markiewicz
Walking along the street, especially in the laneways, I see clumps of grass growing here and there, mostly mixed in with trash, surviving cold and darkness. We, the evolved ones, wouldn’t survive those conditions. Our nervous system informs us and makes us able to defend ourselves. The absence of a nervous system protects those weeds helping them to be more resistant. There may be rays of sun or rain falling just a few inches away, inaccessible to the craving weeds which nevertheless survive.
Those lanes or streets are a mini picture of the planet we live on: capricious, indifferent, where strange creatures survive ... Without a nervous system they neither accept nor reject the gift of life. Like absurd decorations they serve who knows to whom – to an artist who paints or to a writer who witnesses and ponders.Back to the index of the Vagabond