While contemplating suicide, as he was frequently wont to do, Ceylon Nathan happened to look closely at the plateglass window and noticed a snail crawling slowly across it. He went towards it and… luckily, it was on the other side of the glass pane. He tapped his right forefinger against the glass as though to attract its attention. The snail raised its head along with its four tentacles, paused for a while and then resumed its laborious progress. While he wasn’t sure how long it had been pouring, the rain had persisted since the previous day, and that must have … Continue reading Catalina