Yesterday, as I was putting final touches to a painting
This tiny fly, perhaps a fruit fly, started flying around the painting

I thought to myself
“go away fly, I don’t feel like preserving your entity for life in my painting,
I don’t even know you man!”

Then I felt instantly bad. Why was my painting more important then proof of his existence. If anything it would make it more special!
So I said “go ahead fly, I would be happy to have you in my painting”
Then he flew away. I felt dissed for a second but quickly figured the oil probably smelt horrible to him, and that it would end up killing the little guy anyways.
And … he’s a fly …. I’m over thinking this, he doesn’t care

Then I sat down,
And he flew onto me 🙂