Written on 7 November 2018
In the morning I was introduced to the ladybird. We made small talk about the weather.
By the afternoon we were firm friends. We talked intimately of our hopes and fears.
By the evening I worshiped the ladybird as a God or deity. I believed that it was the one true path to human salvation.
I ate the ladybird in the night for sustenance. I was starving.
Penance would have to wait.