Amidt the busy-ness of my life, studying Chinese, going out with friends, trying to fit in workouts and return text messages, there is another life happening. It's probably more real than the buzz, the static of everyday life.
I wake up this morning and open the shade. Looking at me is a black cat sitting on my window ledge, surely living comfortably in a world more natural and essential than mine. With all that time on his hands, his life is pure essence.
I smile at him and we lock eyes. He doesn't let go. "What the hell are you doing?" he asks. I go for a morning pee and return to the window. He is still looking at me.
"What are you doing?"
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