I think housecats are all little lions, and I believe there are not enough pixels in my Steinbeck picture. I am tired and excited and anxious and guilty for thoughts that are my own. It is difficult to endure the complexity and then digest Darwin for an escape……….We are all animals. I understand this, but how to placate reasons tensions? Convince ourselves of Charles when we are capable of finger painting deliberate and intricate portraits of perversion? I can ask for nothing more than a dog to pet and a bed that acts as a conduit to jungles.
