Sunday, November 20, 2005


When he was a boy of about five or six, he kept a pet cricket in a small plastic cage, with bars and a door he could open and close, and he fed the cricket little bits of lettuce each day so that it would chirp in the dark at night until it grew so fat that it could no longer fit through the door, but it still kept chirping like a nightlight flickering away to darkness.

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