The cat knows things nobody else does. You could call them secrets, if you wanted to, but they’re not really. It’s just that the cat pays attention to stuff we never see. There’s things outside our windows we can’t even imagine.
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Notes:
1. Written on May 23rd, 2026
__________“Look at this,” said Daniel in a general invitation to everyone around as he stood on top of the hill in the middle of nowhere and then fell down the hill, all the way from the top to the bottom, in a series of strangely inelegant rolls.
“Any idiot could do that,” Claire thought to herself, distinctly unimpressed but too hot to actually bother articulating her unimpressedness.
Ethel, who was on her best behaviour today because her birthday was approaching and she didn’t want to give anyone any excuse to not buy her all the things she was currently dreaming of them buying her, somehow stopped herself from replying to Claire’s unsaid insult, “Well why don’t you, then?”
“Because,” Claire would have replied, but she was still too hot, and also now too thirsty. “I’m not an idiot.”
“She never said you were,” Tina didn’t even say to herself, let alone the others, because she was composing a poem about something, anything, that wasn’t the hill they were standing on, or the sun they were standing beneath.
“Yeah, but she thought it,” Agnes soundlessly mouthed to herself while she unpacked the picnic and swatted imaginary flies away from the food and put plates over the glasses of juice to ward off potential wasps.
“We all thought it,” said Daniel, out loud, and out of breath, having followed up falling down the hill, all the way from top to bottom, in a series of strangely inelegant rolls, with falling up the hill, all the way from bottom to top, in a series of surprisingly elegant rolls, which everyone had missed because they were too busy bickering, or dreaming of bickering, at least, because it was too hot and too close to their birthday and too boring and there were too many flies around for them to actually bother bickering today (or at least until later, when they were no longer in the middle of nowhere, but approaching the edge of somewhere instead).
“Anway,” said Daniel. “Look at this!”
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Notes:
1. Written on May 23rd, 2026
__________They left us here to waste away
until even our own families had forgotten us.
No records exist
of who we were
But the walls remember
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Notes:
1. Written on May 13th, 2026
__________It had been a lighthouse.
It had been a lookout tower.
It had been an artillery platform.
It had been an observatory.
It had been abandoned (and then reclaimed).
It had been a pirate radio station.
It had been an illegal nightclub.
It had been an art gallery.
Full of artworks designed to rot slowly away in the salted air.
And now, finally, on its 187th birthday, of thereabouts,
it was on fire.
A single candle burning
on a cake made of rock.
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Notes:
1. Written on May 8th, 2026
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Notes:
1. This took me four bloody years to write for some reason (2022-2026)
2. But it’s finished now so that’s okay.
3. Anyway, I hope it was worth it
4. And that at least someone other than me reads it
5. And also likes it
6. (maybe)
7. (at least a little bit)