The kbittys

The view from my bed this morning

look at his anger

There’s a bird in the nest above the power box. The cats won’t leave because they always try to kill the bird, but it’s impossible because there’s like 3-4 feet of space separating them from the bird. So they just hang out on the roof and stare at the bird.

There’s something to be said about that. Being so close to an unobtainable ideal, then having the resolve to post up 3-4 feet from it.

Maybe there’s something else keeping the cats from killing the bird. Like, they could easily trap it when it leaves the nest, but killing it and achieving the ideal would just make it so there was nothing to chase. Like the “sand paintings” being the moving, ephemeral, casual pass at the bird’s life. And something like a finished work being the dead bird, having a still permanence.

— A