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| The man seeks relief from the heat. He buys a pint of ice cream at the store. The grocer tells him it’s 101 outside. 101 and I have no air conditioning, he thinks to himself. The man returns home to eat his ice cream. The heat forces him into the basement. He sits in a chair in an unfinished room with his feet propped up on a foldable step ladder. The man relaxes and his posture is poor. He stares out the window and inhales the cool air. There is no bone and no belt and no drill in this room. There are two spiders sleeping under the window. Beneath the spiders there are the bodies of the dead flies that lay on the ground directly underneath the spiders. The spiders never complain. They do not complain about the heat. They do not complain that all they have to eat are flies. They do not complain that they are born and then they construct their web and then they wait for flies to become trapped in their web. They do not complain that their whole life is a miserable waiting game. The spiders do not complain that they cannot buy pasticcio ice cream. They do not complain that the man has invaded their space. They do not complain when the man flatulates. They don’t complain when the man leans forward and flatulates and it reverberates around the unfinished room and wakes the spiders. And the man does not apologize. He is impressed by his flatulation and impressed by the acoustics of the room. He does not feel guilty that he has invaded their space and awoke them and stunk up their room. He has found relief from the heat at last and that is all that concerns him. |
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