As the brussels’ sprouts bake, I play with the “cat”. Though before I went to the lengths it takes to actually play with the “cat”, the “cat” joined me in the so-called office. Why is it called the office and why was I in there? The room is dubbed the office because that is where my grandmother, hereafter known as Katie, did all the paperwork pertaining to the so-called farm and other parcels of land that were in her “care”. To this day, in the office, there are reams of paperwork stashed in grey, towering filing cabinets - the same type that I locked myself and my brother in when we were children.
These days, my mother is (mostly) in charge of examining and shuffling the paperwork pertaining to said parcels of land. One day, portions of those parcels of land - well, let me clarify here: they are not actually parcels of “land” as most would imagine, but in reality, they are the “minerals” that lie below the surface of what most humans would imagine when the phrase parcel of land is voiced or scribed - yes, as I was saying, or scribing, portions of those parcels of land, or, rather, the minerals beneath, will be mine. Though my ancestry will tumble and whorl in their tombs, I shall immediately sell every one of them. Fuck um.
As the brussels’ sprouts bake, I play with the “cat”. Though, to be specific time-wise, that was in the past. Or, as they say in the homeland v minulnosti. I sat in the office on the same chair on which I sat on or around 23 December 2005 and read The Long Walk, now a feature film starring Ed Harris and Jim Sturgess. Christopher Bender, whom I will see for the first time in 22 years in less than two weeks, send me the tome and I returned it to him, via post, upon completion.
I sat in the office on that very same chair and the “cat” approached me. She uttered a meow utterly unlike anything I’ve heard from her previously. In fact, it was hauntingly similar to a meow that Molly uttered once and only once in the hallway in the flat in Logroño as Marisa and I walked by. We stopped, startled and wondered what Molly was on about. What had passed through her mind? I had similar thoughts when the “cat” uttered this peculiar meow.
