o insecta intr-un bazar

Lecturile de dimineata ar trebui sa ti le alegi motivante si motivationale, altfel te trezesti intrebandu-te: de ce sa mananc si azi acelasi cacat?

"I learned that in Epichamaic, the language spoken on Epicham Island (the insect’s native habitat), eupcaccia is the word for “clock.” Half an inch long, the insect is of the order Coleoptera, and has a stubby black body lined with vertical brown stripes. Its only other distinguishing feature is its lack of legs, those appendages having atrophied because the insect has no need to crawl about in search of food. It thrives on a peculiar diet-its own feces. The idea of ingesting one’s own waste products for nourishment sounds about as ill-advised as trying to start a fire from ashes; the explanation lies, it seems, in the insect’s extremely slow rate of consumption, which allows plenty of time for the replenishment of nutrients by bacterial action. Using its round abdomen as a fulcrum, the eupcaccia pushes itself around counterclockwise with its long, sturdy antennae, eating as it eliminates. As a result, the excrement always lies in a perfect half-circle. It begins ingesting at dawn and ceases at sunset, then sleeps till morning. Since its head always points in the direction of the sun, it also functions as a timepiece.

For a long time, islanders resisted mechanical clocks, deterred by the clockwise rotation, and by what appeared to them the suspiciously simple movements of hands measuring off the passage of time in equal units, without regard for the position of the sun. Even now it seems they refer to mechanical clocks as eupcanu, to distinguish them from “real” clocks-eupcaccia." (Kobo Abe, The Ark Sakura)

Dar vocea din ceasca a vazut altele si mai rele, asa ca ma scoate din pat, camera, casa cu acelasi succes ca in fiecare zi. Asadar, inca nu am aflat ca vanzatorul i-a vandut amicului Cartita un gandac mutilat cu forfecuta si o poveste cusuta cu alta alba.

Later edit: conform propriei conventii, abia stabilita, sunt inca in pijama.