It was a funny thing this afternoon, I was studying in my room with my windows open and I noticed a fly wriggling on my desk. I don’t know how he managed to injury himself but he lay there, half paralyzed. As I worked I saw him slowly fade till he eventually curled up and gave in. It’s an odd thing to watch an insect die, I’m so used to seeing them post fly swatter or post foot, that I forgot they even really died. Well that sounds deeper than it should, but he’s my immortalization of my deskmate.