Ethan Switch - Friday, 20 August, 2004 - 18:08:08 - print it raw
Once white, Panathinaiko Stadium in Athens is covered now with the smeared blackish remains of many, huge moths dying for a peice of their distracted action. Aggravating the hoardes of athletes and spectactors, the as yet unclassified moths have swarmed in their thousands, causing many of the events to pause more than they who choose to forego a diet half-way enriched with fibre.
Yet, like the bagful of dates—and possibly of prunes—used to expedite the excursion and pain, their presence is drawing many to better times. This instance, coloured by the bogong what fluttered and bothered the many during the Games in Sydney 2000.
One volunteer, Con Saltis, perhaps in his only moment to shine, was quoted as saying, "maybe they've come to judge which is the better venue".
Whether or not they are actually being killed through their own ignorance of the magic of night-time light or the spectactors have given up waiting for refreshments, is hard to say.
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