I spent some time listening to the small things. I took a walk around a few parks where I live, but found the best examples were in my flat. I felt compelled to tell a really brief story using a comic book and a combination of poetry. The comic is only two pages and shows what I heard – I never smashed the bug – I would never do that. I did find some bugs in my flat though. The poem is not so much a reaction to the visuals (which I illustrated first), but an antagonist within the comic.
The text of the poem reads:
If only you hadn’t got on his nerves
You could have been putting your neck out.
But now it is crushed under a finger
While the smashed mirror echoes your past lives.