The school term has ended and my six-year-old son, Arthur, is helping me take care of the animals. I spot Alert, Arthur’s small rooster, sitting near a large rubble bag, perched in a way that makes me wonder.
As if from a distance, I observe what happens inside my mind next. Here is a tiny abnormality that many wouldn’t notice. I see it and then it grows in size.
I zoom in on the rooster and then out from him in every direction, looking for something that I haven’t yet seen and itching with the need to find it.Read more on themighty.com