El Scorcho Online Article
Personally, I've always found flies disinheriting. They'll try so hard to get outside through a window that doesn't even open, until eventually they waste away in pursuit of their goal. A fly's only real chance of survival in such a case is to abandon all hope of survival. Leave the window where they can see, almost touch, the object of their desire. Abandon it in favor of a more remote part of the house which offers no promises or particular allure. Only once the fly gives up completely has it any hope of success. Life lesson?
Virginia Wolfe once wrote a similar essay about a moth. Something about reclusive women English majors overanalyzing things from the phylum leprotada makes me realize I need to get out of the house more.
Apparently, I seek vengeance under the haze of the borracha, but I'm tired of being a failed version of the good-on-paper beckon-call-girl. In the words of Tim Sandlin, "I'm declaring myself a temporary emotional catatonic."
Original Release: October 2006, Version II