Anybody Can Fly Downwards

Tuesday, 6 February 2007.

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He left me an email, before he jumped.

He said that all people were like ants: all the same, all short-lived, scurrying about their little lives which had no real purpose than the future of the ant colony. Gathering food, protecting the queen, mating. Day in, day out, over and over and over. Forever.

He said that he didn’t care about the future of humanity. He said he wanted to be an individual, he wanted to be different, he wanted to be free… he wanted to fly.

So, he flew.

I don’t know, though… I really don’t think he was different. I mean, anybody can fly downwards.