You love the summer if you love flies,
You love the winter if you hate flies.
A cold death and no fly can sense your heat.
A hot death and tons of flies are all around you.
One’s utopian death can be someone else’s biggest fear.
One’s biggest fear can be someone else’s biggest dream.
Fly on. Fly off. Escape from the heat of summer or embrace it fully.
Let a fly touch your skin or find a place where it can never hatch from its egg.
To follow the fly or to escape from it is the solution.