i was talking to tammy on the phone today when she rang, and i did not have much to say.
i was standing by the window looking out to the front lawn and the road, and i remarked on my little family of red wattle birds that i was watching feeding on some grated cheese i had sprinkled for them before.
there are 4 of them. a mother and a father and 2 chicks. i know this by deduction (too long to describe). there must also be a chick in their nest somewhere over the road that is too young to fly, because the mother loads up her beak with a few strands of grated cheese and fly's off over the road often.
she loaded her beak and flew off while i was talking to tammy, and as she flew over the road, she dropped a piece of cheese and she stupidly flew down to retrieve it and a car went straight over her and all that was left was a motionless little pile of feathers blowing in the wind stuck to the road.
i felt like i was going to die. i hung up on tammy without explanation, and i was forced to feel emotions that i am glad i do not have to feel often.
the world did not seem to notice her sudden departure from it. the wind blew as it did moments before. the sun did not go away. the bees kept flying in the same manner around the flowers beside the porch. everything went on without a hitch, and i do not know.... how could something who meant so much to me be of no significance to any procedure of reality? how could nature not even blink at what had just happened?
it was like there was a bowling ball suddenly stuffed into my chest cavity, and it was most uncomfortable. i am usually very robotic, and, like my avatar, i see only simply, and i feel very basic in my consciousness, but today....
today i know why it is better to be just a machine.