Mind\'s motor running smooth, drifting down the highway of thought, watching
the passing scenery of days tasks. Just completing lunch steering it to the
plate, when came that sudden bang. Shock, disbelief, reaction. Perforated my
tire on which I stood, bare and bald the culprit still clinging to it was soon
pulled. A nail of an ant extracted.
They came, at first the one, then ten, a thousand, millions everywhere in
traffic jams forming a black asphalt tarmac. A solemn procession of carrion
cargo. In off road driving they filled the grass. Each step more punctures on
treadless tires. Hitchhikers uninvited intruders of the back seat.
Shaken off at each stop only to catch a ride on the next one passing.
They came