There is a cat perched in the window seal, like the birds flying about.. his eyes resting everywhere, yet fur moving nowhere in the wake of an early morning. And then, there's a supermassive black hole in the universe. Maybe multiples, maybe millions... never perched, but a steady growing excuse in the hollow of space - so unfamiliar to our earthly habits. We tend to forget, no excuses could cause a greater regret than one humankind foolishly assuming that there is always, always more precious time.
      Like pools of mirrors, the echoes reflect each fragment of visualized flesh so easily seen, so easily yearned for and never touched. Smells like innocence, in memory. We all lack innocence in memory.