29 August 2010

This one is nothing special, a bit gluey, and the camera focussed on the twigs instead of the crap, so it's a bit blurry. I'm not proud of it, but one has to begin. I promise I will get better quickly.

I love a crap in the forest. A bird was singing deep in a bush nearby. A wren. I had only one bit of paper in my pocket, a screwed-up serviette from the café this morning. I shoved it up my arse, where it remained wedged until I could get home to clean myself.