tonight,
the strangest thing happened while I was playing tennis. Today had been a warm day, the sun had just set, we had turned on the strong court-lights, and went head on into the game, just slightly annoyed or disturbed by the Valley Girl Lingoettes (i`ll get back to that) playing on the neighbouring court, highpitched voices, long baeutiful legs, tanned and tops.

At first, only a few insects flickered under the lights - thats normal. Then a few more - the same spieces - a butterfly, a moth or a dragonfly, I couldnt really tell, but I consideed it a moth. But thats not the point. The point is that over the next ten minutes more and more - we are talking hundreds, maybe thousands, gathered around the the six lightpoles, some dropping down on the court, sitting on the net, flying around our heads, generally, they were everywhere. The one girl freaked. Sceramed her lungs out and ran, fleed from the site. We just stood there. Stunned. The mass of insects seemed beyond control. I tried to smack some with my racket, hit a few, they almost exploded, brownish fluids, wings sticking to my strings. Stepping on them, like the hopeless attempt of kiling a cockroach, only these...died. And there on the ground - dead, we concluded, they were not moths, they were butterflies, and they would have had to just have left the cocoon, maybe from the laguna at the beach - I couldnt escape the apocalyptic feel, the gathering of the masses, their first journey, the random deaths.

And then more sudden than they apperared they disappeared.