When I felt it coming on about 11am, I went down to the bottom of the garden to look for a pittoresque spot in which to deposit today's effort. I circled anxiously like a gravid cow. In the end, running out of time, I chose this mossy spot with a background of trees and greenery. It makes a nice picture, I feel. I added a white border so that it resembles a postcard.
Lately my turds are yellowish. I think this is because I'm eating a lot of yogurt; one a day. This turd is interesting because it starts out hard and dark and sort of lumpy, then gets smoother and yellower and less defined. I prefer the first bit.
PS, I just noticed that this turd is like a little man lying on his back with his arms crossed across his chest, as if to protect himself. You can't see his head of course, because it is concealed by his arms. This uncanny resemblance is exciting! I don't quite know what it means, but it proves, at least, that this exercise is not entirely futile, and that one has always much to learn from life, even (especially?) from its most mundane quotidien rituals.
PPS, still no followers.
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