So, my cat escaped last night. Sisyphus went off to have some mad love affair (unrequited, mind you) with a big black fat cat that wanders the apartment complex. He has been staring at her for months from the window mewing, passionately. She likes staring at him while he whines, indifferent. So anyways, this morning I got a bag of cat food and wandered about the complex for a good two hours, interviewing people as I went along. Apparently, people had been watching Sisyphus lurk around and follow this black cat all of last night and this morning. A woman walking her dog commented that she thought I was ‘one of those crazy people that go around shaking food in the air’ (Didn’t know that was a thing). After she realized I wasn’t insane, she was very helpful in determining the possible whereabouts of my cat. Then finally, during hour two, the furry bastard gave me a few mews from a bush two buildings down and came out to greet a local dog. I GOT YOU, CAT! I GOT YOU. I don’t know if it’s post worthy, but I feel like a winner.
Louise Bourgeois — She Lost It, (‘92)
The only way out is through.Carl Jung
this is legendary