Today the sky was gray and the morning had been washed away by a persistent rain that kept talking until the middle of the afternoon. My excuse vanished and my mind started to insistently remind me that I needed to bring back a book to the Wimbledon’s library. At the edge of 4 pm I decided to take my chances on a fast trip to the college.
I took the path that runs parallel to the train tracks. I was moving fast using one eye to watch out for people while keeping the other fixed on the gray clouds above. After a few minutes down the road, and tanks to the black color of the wet pavement, I started noticing little tinny yellowish things spread on the floor, on a closer inspection I was both surprised and terrified, little snails were coming out of the bushes and nobody noticed them.
As I started walking carefully, I noticed some small and gooey spots on the floor, there were sad little tragedies all over the rout, and although I was able to “save” a few of them, it felt as a pointless task, after all, there was nothing I could do to explain them how dangerous it was to slowly drift on that big road.
Back from the library the scene was the same, lots of people walking carelessly while little snails were creeping awfully slowly on the way. I had to put one out of its misery, save two more and then decided to document the scene, I first tried to take several pictures of one to make a 3D model of the living one, It was impossible as they move to fast for a sequence of photos.
