Level 4 musings
Everything has changed. Nothing has changed. We have a choice in how we’ll be changed.
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Level 4 musings
Everything has changed. Nothing has changed. We have a choice in how we’ll be changed.
Love in the time of COVID-19
First things first: nobody knows exactly where this all goes. Not you. Not me. Not even, on this rare occasion, the cats.
Amy’s
If cats could take Buzzfeed quizzes, they wouldn’t. Amy has no need to know which Disney princess she would be, nor whether or not Timothée Chalamet would like her mixtape.
Ashtacular
If yesterday was a whoop, today is a whisper. If yesterday let it all hang out, today tucks in tight, pondering in its heart. But let’s be real: the cats can’t choose not to tell the difference.
Phases of the Luna
Luna did not vote in the New Hampshire primary. Luna did not watch the Oscars. Luna did not miss anything.
Family resemblances
I have so many questions. Where were Dunkaroos hiding all those years? How does human free will dance with the sovereignty of God? To what is “The Final Countdown” counting down?* And, most importantly: how is it possible that Missy spawned Puddin and BooBear?
First and last
John Legend songs. Red roses. Abominations committed against marshmallows. It’s Valentine’s Day, with all its mixed feelings. Fortunately, we have Dorito, and Dorito has us.