Deer Often Die Under The Wheels

Some time ago this carpet was hanging in the old flat and witnessed two deaths. Its every lint absorbed the smell of mustiness, old age, and blood. For many years, the woven deer, immovable, was goggling its empty eyes, watching the slow and natural extinction of one life and the sudden and dramatic ending of another.
As an unwitting witness to so different lives and so different deaths, he became for me an embodiment of stagnation. A long, painful foreboding that precedes a sharp thoughtless action. The result of which is unpredictable. Safe or tragic. Meaningful or meaningless. Expectation. Fear. Stress. Flash. Fright.
Deer often die under the wheels.