Cats have such a weird relationship with tin foil. Roll it up into a ball, cats are like “this is the central hub of all of my excitement and happiness, now, and forever more”. Lay that shit flat on the ground, cats are like “absolutely the fuck not”.
Converses but they’re shaped like little Mack trucks. Call them Convoys. Get them for you and your friends. Say “10-4 good buddy” to each other. Be happy.
The color of my skin has kept me invisible to a narrative written so deeply into history that the present keeps trying to give me permission to forget. I will not forget. #BlackLivesMatter