The clues grow more obscure and ominous each day. This latest confounds me. A photo of a photo: why? The chicken man is presented as a familiar character, in a cheerful pose. The blurriness and stiff pose are uneasy, though. It’s unheimlich somehow, more Wicker Man than Chicken Run.
I see no record of chicken-suited performers locally. Perhaps this is a forgery or a prank. But again I am drawn back to the ritual pose of that photo. Who or what is behind that mask? Am I… is anyone! meant to know?
Tomorrow I will again brave the University’s archives. Chicken Man’s unexplained presence demands answers. Menace or not, he will give up his secrets.
The Teacher of the Year awards were handed out today, and the newspaper had a series of heartwarming photos of teachers being awarded, congratulated, etc. In this picture a teacher has been awarded, and is being hugged. But something is terribly wrong.
Seagulls, as you know, never falter, never stall. To stall in the
air is for them disgrace and it is dishonour.
But Jonathan Livingston Seagull, unashamed, stretching his
wings again in that trembling hard curve - slowing, slowing,
and stalling once more - was no ordinary bird.