novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- love can be returnable but it's not real love an interview with the painting on the wall so, do you know how to put into words everything that has been happening? no. whenever i try to, my sentences read like tiny manic housecats skirting around furniture in a dusty living room. with one of those rope rugs in the center of the room, adjacent to the fireplace that never gets used. that reminds me. there were kittens in the window of that store. oh man. that was odd. d and i were walking in downtown san francisco and we passed an all-white, bourgeois storefront featuring sleeping kittens trapped in cages shaped like snow forts. yeah but they were up for adoption. the pound is capitalizing on christmas marketing tools. on the one hand, it's great, because people walking around downtown san francisco this late in december are ready to whip out their credit cards and charge what looks to be the perfect gift. and those kittens had huge innocent eyes. i thought they were asleep. oh, yeah. d and i went inside and looked at the other kittens downstairs. those were awake. many of them were adopted. they just looked so out of place next to racks filled with $200 skirts. it's probably a nice change for them, from the pound. yeah. it smells like expensive handmade soap instead of rubbing alcohol. so some were adopted? yeah. the cutest, smallest ones. i wonder if the people that adopted them had intended to get a cat, or just an impulse buy. you know, getting a christmas gift that coincidentally happened to be alive and in need of care taking. you can't really return a kitten. i mean, you can, but it sucks. kittens aren't like $200 skirts. $200 skirts go out of style and feed moths in your closet. kittens grow into cats and lose most of their initial appeal unless it is replaced by love. 10:54 pm - 12.21.03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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