Symbolic?
Yesterday evening I was boiling some eggs, when I decided to reach down, from a high shelf, a couple of eggcups to use. I easily brought down the green (yet plastic) eggcup, and then decided which of the other two, the red and the blue, to bring down also. The red one is quite attractive, and I often use it, but the light blue one is quite pretty too, and I chose to use it this time. I reached up for it, touched it, but did not hold it firmly, and, despite my fumbling attempts, it almost danced away from me. In trying to stop it dropping I actually managed to flip it over my head or shoulders, and then I had the excruciating microseconds of waiting, knowing that there was no way that a china eggcup could survive a near six foot drop. And then there was the crash and the secondary sounds of ricochets.I just wonder at the political import of this sad event? It could so easily have been doom for the red eggcup, but, on the other hand, the green one would have survived the descent and just resiliently bounced. Sadly we have no yellow eggcups. I leave it to wiser heads than mine to unpick this tiny tragedy.
David Ainsworth ● 2527d25 Comments ● 2526d