Also, here is a photo from last week of Nocturne gazing longingly at the tomato plant.
(He would later go on to not only chomp a leaf, but ingest a mouthful or two. And then he spent the next day feeling gross and hiding under the couch. I'd like to say he learned his lesson, but he did not—so now we have new rules about him being on the balcony.)
Starting the day by seeing a car crash into a truck—hard—from my bus. It was, as all crashes are, alarming. Everyone seemed okay. But it is terrifying to see in such a plain way how much energy those metal death machines carry and how quickly an impatient, distracted driver can inflict irreparable harm.
this seems like misanthropy but it's not
The answer to most questions:
Because that's how human psychology has been for tens of thousands of years, empathy doesn't work the way you believe it should, and we don't really have conscious minds insasmuch as we have insidious post-hoc rationalization engines that is there exclusively to preserve our egos.
I live in Minneapolis, work on websites and do civic-minded art. I’m married to Ben and attend to two cats, Warren and Nocturne.
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