Male crickets chirp, signalling their romantic calamity. They know what they are seeking, whom they are aiming to have come into their world. But crickets; crickets, crickets, don’t we downplay their communication, a meaning of nothingness following a comment meant to be poignant or profound. I used to love crickets as a child. I would hunt them for hours on end, following the sounds [...]
Prose: Chirping Crickets – 26/09/20
