spider, Tattoos, the Netherlands, tiger, Tigress, Zaltbommel
I want you badThe Offspring
I still am a spider, though I don’t feel so dangerous right now. I scaled the north-east pillar of the highway bridge built next to the train bridge described by Nijhoff in 1934. I’m hiding here, sharing my story with you, before, if worst comes to worst, I bleed out. Once I thought the flies on my shoulder would be a memory of the flies I killed; a memory that would last forever. But it turns out, tattoos go when the wearer passes. Not straight away, but they will turn to unrecognisable dust. And the flies I swatted deserve more than that. So I decided, a little while ago, to write these confessions. Just in case my wounds can’t be healed.
Als je het hele hoofdstuk wil lezen, in het Nederlands, bestel het boek Bekentenissen van mijn leven als spin hier.
If you want to read the entire chapter, order the book Confessions of my life as a spider here – it’s shipping world wide.
Now I’m not one to talk, ’cause I know I have my faults,Sum 41
But even I know you can’t evolve by building up your walls.