Having weird existential thoughts
I come home from 8 hours where basically every single thought or conversation is about this ruthlessly efficient disease that’s trying to wipe out humans
And then I get to hang out with cats that are as happy as can be because their entire world is the house that they live in, and in that context everything continues to operate exactly as optimally intended. Their poop is scooped. Their fur is brushed. Their food is served. That’s all that matters.
Meanwhile so many things I considered a given have been suddenly snatched from me
The adjustment is jarring and the level of concern I should have is difficult to determine
Seeing how nature doesn’t give a **** while humans are losing their minds is both fascinating and horrifying
Okay signing off good night
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