I always take the same way home: Straight up University Avenue, then right on Byres Road. And at the top I turn onto Observatory, then down the lane and home. I don't even think about it anymore, I just start walking and twenty minutes later I'll find myself there. But one night I found myself lost - I looked up and I was on Sydenham Road. And I'd no idea how I'd got there.
I waited for a while to see if anything was going to happen; To see if I'd come there for any reason - But there was nobody about, and everything was quiet. And I walked home round Kensington Gate, And I forgot about it.
But since then more and more stuff like that has started happening. More things I used to do without thinking about them Have started coming out differently, And I've started spending hours doing things I've got no interest in - With no idea why I'm doing them, But unable to stop.
I catch myself listening to bands I've always hated before, Listening to their records over and over. And sometimes when I'm typing, A whole different bunch of words appear on the page From the ones I had in my head.
A few nights ago I went into Barrats to buy the newspaper I always buy - But when I got outside, I realized I'd bought something entirely different. I was holding a magazine I'd never seen before, Something about Science and Nature. I started reading it on the way home, and there was this article in there About a wasp that lays its eggs in the body of a spider. The wasp stings the spider, and a short while after the eggs have been laid The spider starts to weave a new kind of web - A kind of web it's never woven before - Without knowing why it's doing it. But when the spider dies, it turns out that what it's woven Is a cocoon for the baby wasps. A place for them to hatch from. And they grow safely in there, while they feed on the spider's body.
I threw the magazine away, and made sure I took the right streets home. And I tried to remember if maybe I'd been stung by that kind of wasp.
And I started wondering how you would get rid of something like that...