Announcement

From this day on, all that will be posted here will be from different perspectives than that of my cat. From other cats, it's sure, but not that of Sid Arthur of East Palo Alto.

Thank you for time up until this point, and for your continued cooperation. The remainder will only be a brief interruption.

"Each friend represents a world in us, a world not possibly born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born."

take me far from this world that pulls me far from the truth

leave my spirit contained within the memories of our love

these aren't my final words, your last tears, the end, the beginning or anywhere in between.

this just is.

A rural nowhere (from which I want to go home)

I was taken here, I don't know why. I think everyone was of the mind I needed some drastic change. This isn't what I asked for. It's sure, I was becoming something bad: eating compulsively, loving for a distraction, my sleep was all fucked up, I was saying things that would confuse me as I was saying them, a look in the mirror felt tragic, days would pass all bunched together and feel like a pill stuck on the way down, and now I'm here. With no one. Who honestly thought this would be the proper repair for my life? I've been handed off into a place where there's no room for who I was. Corruption works harder to exist in these rural settings, but it's still here, and it's driving me more insane.

nutrition and schedules

it's late. i'm eating. practically binging if you need to know. i don't find there to be a problem with that. it's natural. so what, i eat?

The only way to protect your child is by teaching them to love

Once I had a son. I knew he was mine. In certain tender moments the world was nothing more than he and I and the feelings between us, and my heart would break. It would break because if anything was ever mine in the world it was him. He couldn't have come to be without me or continue to exist without someone who could be trusted to take care of him. And I was fine to be that person who he belonged to. Until in one of these moments, during a rush of all these feelings I'm hit with the realization that nothing belongs to us. Nothing is ever ours when we ourselves are at the mercy of forces beyond our power. And I began to turn away from the most obvious thing I knew to trust. I regret attachment. I know love doesn't protect, it hurts and kills.

Georgey Dear

"Depression is the only rational response to life, and those who say different aren't getting the gravity of the situation."