The search for life
I'm reading an article on my computer, in my lap sits Puck, the cat I live with (I can hardly call him mine, any more than I am his; he's a tenant, and yet to make a rent payment). I'm petting him, he's enjoying it immensely. He purrs, and leans into my hand and arm.… Continue reading Puck
The world is a violent, painful place, void of morals or values, it makes me feel hollow and alone, microscopic and meaningless; I want no part of it. The cosmos is a violent, painful place, void of morals or values, it makes me feel hollow and alone, microscopic and meaningless; I'm glad to be a… Continue reading The world and the cosmos
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