If we have to take life as it comes while reflecting on what it will happen and what it brings to me, on what it has given me, on who I have been since the beginning of my time, if we have to constantly think about this and at the same time give time time time to be time, I wanted to tell the story of these kittens, what they have been for me and what they will no longer be, what they will be too.
As is often said, the streets of cities are veins whose rougher or less rough walls shelter the ants that we are. It is also said that the houses of the cities, although concomitant, are closed silos. Neighbors know each other very little, rarely say hello.
I only have one plant in the apartment. It came to my house in late autumn, because the neighbor's young cats were having a hard time with her, uprooting her as if she were already dead prey. She was no longer beautiful to see, stunted, leaning towards a horizon whose geometry she did not seem to recognize. I