week of apr 22nd: explore on the softness & blurring of edges—dawn/dusk, the place between sleep and wakefulness, transitions from youthfulness to adulthood and adulthood to old age. what do those borders & changes feel like, look like, smell like?
writing type: rambling
history and life are the same thing from different perspectives. the thing about them is that they happen, and then they're gone.
three months becomes four months becomes five months becomes six. the little pendejitos are six months old now.
they've gotten bigger since the day they came home. they used to be gangly little shadows, small enough to hold in one hand. nearly identical, except for the spot of white on Spooky's stomach.
i picked him up one day, and i was surprised at how heavy he was. my dad knew Spooky would grow up to be the bigger one - you can tell by the big paws, he said.
but even Void's gotten bigger. he's outgrown the little boxes he used to fit in perfectly. he keeps trying to crawl inside my sweater, regardless of whether or not he's small enough to do that.
beginnings. endings. they sneak right by you if you don't pay attention. much like a tiny little bastard trying to steal food from me.
