Our little apartment (our room, really) is so dark, painted in greys this morning, smelling of coffee and sounding of the rain at the window and the heater steaming and hissing beneath it. It seems always to be the days I must endeavor into the world that are the worst, weather-wise, especially in comparison to big violently sunny Sunday which just passed into this– another long Monday, another big rain day. Days like these must be savored, though– I will walk the mile and a half to school this morning, face peering out from beneath my blue hood to stare too long at strangers and ogle canine passersby. There will be Joy Division (really, what else could an art student listen to while walking to school?) and the treasured cat umbrella Ingrid donated to my evidence locker of crazy. (My style has been described as One Part 8-Year Old Boy/One Part 80-Year Old Woman but on rain days it’s all Kindergarten Chic.)
Last night I had wakeful dreams, pieces from this day and other days, spread across what could have been the whole of the night. Every time I looked it was dark outside, and I fell asleep again in my corner to find myself talking to you and to you and to you, woke up saying, for no reason “in celebration of the ones below” when the sky had lightened considerably but before my alarm finally jolted.
Maybe we should stop watching The X Files before bed?
Here are some cats that could be Files, for this spooky Monday rain day.
I discovered this, perhaps the world’s first cat video, via Gothamist and it is creepy indeed.
There’s a blog for everything, and this introspective kitty comes to us via Cats Looking Out the Window at the Rain. Much credit!
from JON KNEPP
I just wanted to share the whole experience.