Not too long ago I found an ant running around the inside of the bathroom sink. I grabbed a strip of toilet paper and scooped it up, tossing it into the toilet. My momentary bug shivers went away as I looked down into the bowl. The ball of paper slowly unfurled like a time-lapse film of a flower blooming. Out of the center marched the little black ant. Charging ahead and continuing its mission unfazed by its new location or change in atmosphere. It followed the twists and turns in the paper creating a living interpretation of a mobius strip as it travelled underneath and behind then back out front again. Slowly rotating, suspended and weightless. Then I flushed it.