I thought I’d write a little something, and was about to begin, when I saw an ant climbing the computer screen. It was beautiful, a bit of living script on a blank white page. As gently as I could, I picked it up, carried it to the door, took it outside, and let it crawl from my fingertip onto the step. And so now I’ve done two things: I’ve helped an ant, and I’ve written a little something. I suppose it’s a funny thing to commit to print. On the other hand, it was probably very unsettling for the ant, which was no doubt already puzzled enough finding itself where it was — a feeling I often share myself.
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