late one evening, a man, walking into his house, sees a snail slivering across
his door step; the trail drying behind him as he slowly makes his way.
the man picks the snail up and tosses him into the garden, walking inside
he commences his evening activities unmoved.
a year later the same man sees the same snail gliding passively
across the door with reliable fragility. the man picks up
the snail and asks why he is so persistent. the snail looking
up toward the man, stretches its feelers far into the air and replies,
"go fuck yourself."