A humorous book excerpt from funny book,
A Dancing Bear by David Free: The stark indifference to fashion trends and prevailing weather conditions. The soulless stare into the camera’s lens. The disturbing absence of affect. The sort of photograph destined to show up again ten years later, blown up on the TV news, dots of old newsprint fattening and blurring towards meaninglessness, ceasing to hold the shape of a human face. The kind of picture doomed to turn up in the poorly glued middle of the quickie paperback, next to yearbook pictures of the deceased. The kind of boy who will grow up to dig shallow graves in dense bushland, and leave genetic material under dead people’s fingernails, and get described by his neighbours as a quiet fellow who kept to himself ...'
