Flies? You know the little bugs with wings that like to get stuck in your teeth at high speeds on a motorcycle. Well, they only live for about a week. I was wondering that since their life span is so short, would time be slower than that of what we think of it? Let’s say the average person will live 70 years, so would a day for a fly be 10 years to them? Or are they S.O.L. of a life as us humans know it? And why am I plagued with thoughts like this? What is the urge for a fly to live? You know he is going to die within a week, so what is the use of trying to live? I would be like f- this I’m not going to bother using my wings to get out to where other flies go. What’s the point? Maybe that is why there are so many flies around. They are thinking, “well hell, I am going to die. I might as well go get jiggy with it.” What kind of life is that anyway? You were born in shit (pronounced sh-eye-t), you live shit, you eat shit, and you die trapped between a window and a screen. This is just some stuff to ponder when you are feeling down.