Suddenly I remembered where eggs come from, and threw my half digested breakfast back up again
Unborn creatures, on this earth to be born, grow, eat, fuck and die, and be eaten by others at any stage. They know their place in life.
Skimming through peoples lives, dog-eared photographs of memories dotted around, achievements – none, half way through living and spinning dangerously into the latter part with no control or direction.
Then someone reminded me they were unfertilised anyway, the eggs, so they never would amount to much.
Then I knew my place in life.