It occurred to me recently that hardly anyone ever looks up as they walk about the streets of their city or inbred rural enclave; (I still haven’t decided what mine is, by the way – I do not wish to offend the inbred. They’re unpredictable.)
I wonder why no one thinks it is important to be aware of what may or mayn’t be above your head; in fact, just last night the topic of being brained by a piece of masonry came up. I can’t think of a better reason to walk about habitually staring upwards, though I suppose that brings up two separate issues: how to avoid muggers and rapists whilst gazing at the heavens; the other is that is it better to see the broken stone falling at your head a second too late to alter the outcome?
I recently got a new front door and have had trouble finding the door knocker I want. I have settled on a gargoyle that spits water at people. Especially the Nazi war criminals that are hiding on window ledges and doorsills because NO ONE EVER LOOKS UP.
The Nazis are clever.
