July 3 — Butterfly on crap
Jul 28, 2017 · 1 min read
I noticed it as I was walking to Karl’s car. Two feet from the passanger door, a red spotted purple butterfly was perched on a large dog turd. Its blue and black wings shimmered in the noon sun. As I approached it flew off into the warm woods behind the house.
The juxtaposition of nature’s greatest elegance and its most commonplace excrement jarred me. What part do resurrection and Gehenna have in each other? Why a butterfly instead of flies? What has possessed this delightful purveyor of flowers to perch on shit? I knew in this moment that nature is truly cursed. The order has been upended.
