crab race

The trouble with the crab race is that even if you win, you’re still a crab.
 — Lily Koplin

Seventy-five years. That’s how much time you get if you’re lucky. Seventy-five years. Seventy-five winters, seventy-five springtimes, seventy-five summers, and seventy-five autumns. When you look at it like that, it’s not a lot of time, is it? Don’t waste them. Get your head out of the crab race and forget about the superficial things that pre-occupy your existence and get back to what’s important now.
 — Eddy Koppy

Weird heroes and mould-breaking champions exist as living proof to those who need it that the tyranny of ‘the crab race’ is not yet final.
 — Kopjes S. Thomson

[Crab race | Tobago island, Trinidad and Tobago | July 2018 | photo: Andrea da Silva]