I saw a dead cat in the middle of the road today. It wasn't all the way squished. It made me wonder how it got hit and if the hiter even tried to avoid this misfortunate creature. Was it a direct hit? And if not, why didn't they stop to help? That poor kitty.
"The reason why death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity - it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud."
I've been getting excited about everything lately. The weather, the play, holidays, energy drinks, cats, etc. My optimism levels are high, which is great. But it's very hard to concentrate on writing a critique, because of this.
I have been very contemplative lately. I'm not sure why. I can't stop my brain from thinking and analyzing every detail of everything. It's kind of annoying. But I supose I'm putting my head to good use. It's better than having no string of thoughts at all.