We Only See Starlight Because All The

We Only See Starlight Because All The Stars Are Bleeding.

A Cat Is A Responsibility After All. And Feeding And Keeping And Caring About A Stupid Fat Cat Isn't Much, Isn't Much In The Entirety Of What Counts For Being A Person And The Huge Range Of What People Do,but It Is Something. It Is Something And It's Something That's Warm And That I Still Have.

There’s No Way To Really Preserve A Person When They’ve Gone And That’s Because Whatever You Write Down It’s Not The Truth, It’s Just A Story. Stories Are All We’re Ever Left With In Our Head Or On Paper: Clever Narratives Put Together From Selected Facts, Legends, Well Edited Tall Tales With Us In The Starring Roles

Beer. It Always Seems Like Such A Good Idea At The Time, Doesn't It? What's Worse Is Beer Seems Like An Even Better Idea After You've Had Some Beer.

It's A Stark Thought That When We Die Most Of Us Will Leave Behind Uneaten Biscuits, Unused Coffee, Half Toilet Rolls, Half Cartons Of Milk In The Fridge To Go Sour; That Everyday Functional Things Will Outlive Us And Prove That We Weren't Ready To Go; That We Weren't Smart Or Knowing Or Heroic; That We Were Just Animals Whose Animal Bodies Stopped Working Without Any Sort Of Schedule Or Any Consent From Us.