where the crow ate the man
- Sep 3, 2004
- where the crow ate the man
A sense of ritualistic meaning to an otherwise empty and depressing life. I only really each Ferrero Rocher at Christmas, largely because you can only buy the big boxes of them around that time of year.
my dad once had this depressing insight on the tyranny of abundance - 'when you only got it once a year it was great, when you get it every day its boring'