When I have a bad digestion of a good meal, I think of the termites, so small, crushing with its powerful jaws the wood, for example, of a bookstore through shady tunnels, then chewing it at the time of mixing it with its digestive juices to assimilate the cellulose, which, already in its entrails, is transformed into the sugars that constitute the basic source of its metabolism. All this happens in A five or six millimeter body journey in which a complex intestinal laboratory inhabited by Millions of microorganisms (Imagine what size). To which you neglect, a family of termites devours a mahogany palace because they work in silence and from the absolute invisibility. From time to time, you may discover under an armchair that has not moved a Serrin little girl that Barres without even imagining that the furniture is already practically hollow.
The termites invented Troy’s horse. They travel from continent in continent in wooden toys or in simple stolen hangers of the hotel that you take home to stay shortly without the old grandmother’s sideboard. This insect must symbolize something, otherwise they would not be so interested, but now I do not fall because I am in full bad digestion of a good meal. I am very interested in digestive devices, In general, also that of the clothing moth, whose larvae produce enzymes capable of decomposing the proteins present in textile fibers. It’s funny, right?, One day, when you try a jacket from your dead father, it flew away, from one of his pockets, a butterfly, as if it were the spirit of your parent, perhaps it is. We don’t know anything about life. I think the sweat of clothing in which they place their eggs provides the larvae extra nutrients. Congratulations.
I already say that all this of the different digestions of living beings must metaphorize something that I ignore. Personally, When I find it hard to digest bad news, I also like food. As if there were a relationship between mental and physical digestions. That must be what happens to me.
