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It’s been quite interesting to see how much bigger Pixel is getting. When I look at photos of her now compared to the day we got her, she’s really filled out. She’s turned into such a cuddly little thing and as I type this she’s asleep wedged between myself and the back of the office chair. Every morning she likes to put her face right next to mine and slap me on the nose until I get up. I’m sure this will become incredibly annoying at some point, but right now (and I hope for a very long time), she makes very happy. So here’s a kitty update with lots of new photos. As you can see, she’s a very lazy kitty (when she’s not attacking shoes, toilet rolls, bouncy balls and falling down toilets.)
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Interesting documentary, found on Coilhouse.
VICE Magazine’s short, riveting documentary on Japan’s Aokigahara forest (also known as The Sea of Trees), perhaps the country’s most popular location for those wishing to end their own lives (and reported to be the second most popular location in the world behind the Golden Gate Bridge. The forest’s popularity is often cited as being due to Seichō Matsumoto’s 1960 novel Kuroi Jukai, which features two lovers committing suicide there, but the forest has a history of being associated with suicide and death in general before its publication. In the 19th century families would practice ubasute (literally “abandoning an old woman”) a tradition in which an elderly or infirm family member was brought to a place and left to die, exposed to the elements. In recent years, the rate of suicides has been on the rise.
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I don’t know how more people haven’t got mental health problems
Thinking is one of those stressful things I’ve ever come across
And not being able to articulate what I want to say drives me crazy
I think I should try and read more books
And learn some new words
My sister used to read the dictionary
I’m going to start with that
I’d like to travel
I want to see India and the pyramids
A whale and that race with all the bicycles in France
I’m not sure about rivers, they scare me
But I love swimming, I’m good at it
And when I swim I think about numbers
And count the laps
When I was younger I saw a house burnt down
And I walked past it everyday for the next six years
Derelict, black, chalky and dangerous
I wondered if squatters lived there
I’m still not sure but I know there were never any parties cuz it was shit
After a while the council got round to tidying out the town
Making it less offensive here and there
They said it was an eyesore so they tore it down
Behind the house was a wall with a few bits of crappy graffiti
And the word ‘Cunt’ written on it in giant letters
And now I walk past thatI like sitting in the park
And I like walking through it
I like taking my dogs there
And friends, and I like being alone
I like flowers and simplicity
I like compassion and thoughtful gifts
I like being able to shout
But I wish I could be quiet
When I’m quiet people think I’m sad
And usually I amSometimes when I’m at a busy train station
Somewhere big with the noisy trains like King´s Cross
I feel like putting down my bags and shouting things out because
I’ve got something to say
Don’t you want to share the guilt?
Don’t think, just try and sleep.
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