Bug du Jour: “Dead YellowJacket”


Nothing bespeaks the nihilistic futility of existence quite like a dead bug, its life, fleeting and insignificant though it was, snuffed out into nothingness. I found this memento mori on a window sill, its corpse warming in the morning sun.

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