Today I let the cat kill my curiosity. I cannot dispense of my jealousy so easily and so I shall subscribe to a self induced blindness.
Somehow it makes me feel better, but I know it’s a lie, because I know that either way I am already jealous and it is just to confirm and justify it by actually coming to see it for myself. Never the less inside I still feel fine, and its not the kind that sort of sits on my heart like skim on top of milk, it seems more tangible and impermeable.
