Spider
I have spent all day on and off waiting for the spider to move. I even joked it was playing dead to my friend on a video call. It wasn’t until she pointed out that it didn’t look alive, as I proudly showed her my new subject, that I looked closer and realised. I actually feel quite sad as I have sat flicking through and zooming in to its dehydrated body, wondering how each living thing feels as it ends its life. I wondered why it had died. It had held on to its home its web and remained hanging on with a thread of its amazing construction. Its funny how something so small and what can really scare people can evoke such a strong feeling of sadness.
I also found some light in my day of waiting for it to move of how stupid I felt, however I admired it and in that wait, somewhere in my mind it has triggered deeper thinking.
