Classic Oedipus. The big black bird is your father. You want to kill him. The road is significant. This was some "rites of passage" that you turned your back on, and started running the other way. The tree you tried to cross is your mother, cracking under all the pressure of bearing you. You are afraid your father will now drop you altogether.
My adice would be, just go with the floe.
― Dorien Thomas (Dorien Thomas), Monday, 5 April 2004 14:37 (twenty-one years ago)