After all the cat sex I can’t think. There is that one grand big bang, God being present, stars being born. Then the vast emptiness of space, the freezing loneliness of insignificance. She always wants to go again. I’ll hit the streets looking for something to break the routine, a cure to my mediocre mindset, a drug served as a lightning bolt of creativity. I don’t have any money though, damn thieves. Made me believe I’d be retired on a paradise beach by now. Instead of recycling cans, counti...