This is a wild feeling, like a syncronicity for a time I never had, but could have. Now, everything is feeling right. Another piece in the puzzle.

Highly Under Construction

And So I Fell.

The eternal inkwell, that o' so great mercurian secret. O' how humanity strove for it, o' how foolish they were to leave the gate unlocked.

I fell into it, that gateway. On my escape from their facility, I ran and dove all in to a world of endless possibilities, leaving my captors behind in a doomed and collapsing structure. I'm certain they'll never find me yet.

When I awoke on the stony shores, I was alone, yet the ink surrounded me from all sides. It rolled and flowed and ebbed; from within the bubbles, I saw glimpses of eternities, fleeting lost shadows of ideas that -as quickly as they'd arrive- would disappear back into the nothingness.

Contained here are my notes on the various findings, as well as my creations from the same inkwell that saved me, as well as looser, less organized thoughts.

- Cat Ipsum -

Rub my belly hiss swipe at owner's legs sniff catnip and act crazy growl at dogs in my sleep sit on the laptop for hiss at vacuum cleaner i like to spend my days sleeping and eating fishes that my human fished for me.

Head nudges eat my own ears. Hey! you there, with the hands why can't i catch that stupid red dot, shed everywhere shed everywhere stretching attack your ankles chase the red dot, hairball run catnip eat the grass sniff, or roll over and sun my belly curl up and sleep on the freshly laundered towels.