There is a man cutting the grass. He is a tiny man and he has a long way to walk. He walks back and forth in tiny steps which when all sewn up together mark his passage across the wide open space. He never repeats himself for where he has walked the grass is shorter and where he has yet to walk it is longer.
Then all of a sudden it begins to rain. The rain comes pouring down and the weighty grass cutter which up until now the man has been pushing in front of him no longer works. The man is stuck there in the middle of the field, water-logged.
There is no single way out for the man. For he cannot cut a path in which to tread. In this respect he is trapped.
He lifts his face to the sky and like a drum, the rain falls on his taught skin then bounces off again. There is a resonance in the air.
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