Sunday, May 23, 2010

Cherry Blossoms in Springtime

He holds a kitten in his hand. It mewls and tries to knead at the unyielding surface.

Warmth and softness, he understands: heat and topography. As an atemporal being, he perceives that the kitten once was not and will not always be. He sees the limping, the coughing, the stillness, and later the bones and dust. They are always crying when their pets die. Why? It cannot be a surprise...?

He focuses, looks at one moment apart, as a separate unit of time, but without losing his knowledge of what must inevitably be.

He holds a kitten in his hand.


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