Tuesday, November 3, 2015
One lost chicken wing
I did not expect to be confronted with
a giant chicken wing when I paid a recent nostalgic visit to the university campus where I was once upon a time introduced to literary luminaries such as Sylvia Plath and Primo Levi. But then, I did not expect to be confronted by a giant chicken wing ever, one wouldn't, if not given some kind of warning that the world had taken yet another turn for the bizarre just when you thought it couldn't get any stranger.This sign was another feature of the campus that wasn't there in my day but seems to explain itself rather well, all things considered. I don't know what they're teaching at the university these days but I found myself, whilst hovering somewhat awkwardly in the substantial shadow of the aforementioned wing, rather intrigued to find out.