March of the red ants
We’re frozen in time on the highway when my driver starts pummelling his horn, unleashing a river of obscenities. “Hijo de puta! Move it, move it, move it!” Beside us, an almost imperceptible procession of red ants scrambles in the gutter, clambering bodies illuminated by muggy yellow street lamps. They hold their spoils aloft – [...]













Wednesday, August 12, 2009
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