Tuesday, 31 May 2011


Part way through a long journey I needed a rest, so I stood under a cloud. The cloud spoke to me.
“How’s your journey going?”
“I’m thirsty.”
The cloud rained on me.
I continued walking. The cloud spoke to me.
“No goodbye? Not even a thank you?”
“I’m sorry. I don’t know the proper etiquette.”
“What are you doing today?”
“Would you like to come on my journey with me?”
“So you can complain to your friends about this dark cloud that keeps following you? I don’t think so.”
“That wasn’t what I meant. I’m sorry if I offended you. Thank you for the water. I have to keep walking now. Goodbye.”
“Fuck you.”