thoughts and scribblings
There are no guides to identity formation in the midst of crisis. No instructions, no textbooks, and no courses on how to understand your self and your relationship with the world and the various bits therein as things look like they're falling apart. I bring this up because every document I've been able to find…
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Clement grooms Troy and I am so happy my cats are bonding.
The only box that Troy likes is my new laundry basket, which is annoying because I only have this after he broke the old one.
Troy doesn’t understand baths
The look of “human why are you still in bed” Stop judging me Troy
Three fire trucks and a fire command vehicle pulled up and Clement’s just like, “ya, nah.” (We’re fine. They left after about ten minutes. I met the neighbors.)
Troy likes to pose for photos and then immediately run away.
Clement playing with his cat toy!
It started when I stepped off the bus. The overwhelming sensationof pain, emptiness, and hesitation of something lost and something hidden. What is this?I saidto myself, for there was nobodyor head there but the air. I looked aroundand the bus was leavingand I thought to chase after itbut I knewI knew that what I was…