The cruel repetition of days.
They reveal our lives They are the true autobiography, the part we choose to leave out.
Some lives seem not to have as many.
Money, health, and time.
And the tyrannical theft of those things.
Even the cat suffers from something, though I can't imagine what. Being too close to humans?
Boredom, I'd guess. Now that life is good, she is sure there is more than what she gets. She is a bourgeoise cat now. Her misery is different than before.
Hormones, cartilage, collegen.
It's always something.
Tres beau texte. Et la photo aussi as usual
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