It seems I'm only writing in these places so I can brag about it. On the down side, it's freaking cold in here as well, seeing as I'm in the hall of the library. But it's my choice, there's more space here than in the library room.
Thinking yesterday that I should really learn to like myself or rather put more effort into turning myself into a person I could like. I am going to have to live with myself until the end, after all. Egoism seems so easy to motivate - our path is the only life-long project we have a personal interest in. It is extremely brief, if one isn't a believer in the existence of other lives or universes. So, one should enjoy it, even to the extreme. Altruism, however, can be as easily explained - would you live all of your life with an egoistical a$$hole?
The Chat bangs it philosophical head on the table and goes back to its comulsory tasks. Ta ta!
Two cats and a donkey
A long time ago, in a little sunny and dusty town in Ro: Braila, The Chat stumbled upon a cat in a display window; to the cat's left, the sign says "We dye clothes"; the Chat has a toy-donkey in its right paw and smiles deviously at the cat; the cat enjoys a rare spring-sun behind a window one can't see in the picture; another lifetime.
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