i had to destroy a spider’s web to take out the trash. the web was enormous, it probably took 36 hours to make, which in spider hours clocks in at just under 2.7 years. that poor goddam schmuck. i didn’t kill the spider ’cause i don’t seek to vent my frustrations about life on small harmless creatures — i just broke his web down with the empty pizza box and set him on the fence.
but he didn’t run away. he just sat there.
and i realized he was experiencing the same emotional crisis i do when i’ve been working on my willem dafoe fan fiction for 9 hours straight and forgot to save before my computer crashes. then i just sit there and realize i wasted hours upon hours of my life creating something that will never fully be re-accomplished. even when i was done taking out all the pizza boxes, he was still sitting there. just contemplating every decision he had made in his life leading up to that point.
then as i turned to go inside, i saw a small spider hiding behind a potted plant on the porch. he was only a fraction of the size of the other spider. his web was so small. but he was happy, safe, and catching bugs. his web didn’t have to be huge for him to survive. he didn’t worry about being the biggest spider in my backyard. he just… existed. and that was enough.
so i destroyed his web too, ’cause life is chaos and no one gets a break on my watch.
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