Koyaanisqatsi

I'm sure I'm not the first. A strange thought came to me as I sat on my couch petting my cat. I sat there looking at my cat and then it struck me, like a bat at my head. My cat is something living. She breathes, hears, sees, smells. It's strange because I always knew my cat was alive, but it was something else. The strangeness of the situation. A living thing owning another living thing. If you read this you'll probably wonder at my thought and think how dumb, but it was something else that really hit me. I imagine that that's what it must feel like to reach enlightenment, even for a split second.

Out of the loop. Never been in it.

Cold like the street, stupid like the city.

Got. Kept.

Or maybe it was a brain tumor.