For What It's Worth – a literary blog

I just found a tiny bug, a baby cockroach, in my friend’s cabinet, and instinctively squashed it with a napkin.

So, too, can someone or something squash me in an instant.

We nestle away in lees of safety, adorn ourselves in houses of comfort, live a grand illusion, when we exist on the flimsiest of foundations, bound to fate and the seemingly blind, indiscriminate will of the universe.