reminding myself there are no truly "bad days", because every single day, someone somewhere in the world has taken a photo of an extremely tiny animal and shown it to someone else, and that's very good actually
i look at the spider on the bright white wall. i stare and i stare. i think “she has entered my home, she does not belong here”. i stare and i stare. my cat stretches next to me.
what if she was born between these walls, and they are all she has ever know? how do i know that this, here, isn’t her birthplace as much as it is mine?
what does the spider know of life?
existing is a multitude of things. the spider is here. her days are as big and long as mine.
today, i will love the spider the same way i love my cat.
i truly believe that everyone who was obsessed with captain america: the winter soldier in 2014 will never truly get over that, like it was a seismic event, a formative experience